Weaving is one of our earliest art forms, and is deeply rooted in our existence and daily life. To illustrate this, I have titled my exhibit, “Seasons.” As our lives are reflected in the seasons of the year, and also governed by them so is weaving. Th . . .

Death moves through my work with the destructive teeth of barbed wire and the sensual hand of silk. It seduces, punctures, bludgeons, strangles. It grows tumors and ciphers senility. It scars the past and threatens the future. The work is a memoir and . . .

I have two bodies of work. The larger number of pieces, created as commissions for architectural spaces, have been titled “PUBLIC” works. When I create these designs, my philosophical approach is to present work that will be harmonious to the function . . .