I go out into the world with my body, at times, with a sense of outrage. I use whatever materials I like to convey ideas, and feelings on the monumental and the mundane. From re-constructing a demolished kitchen, to carrying a piece of garbage, to embroidering a 12- foot confessional cape, I am not afraid to reveal disaster. Within the catastrophic, there is also the chance to repair. I feel that I need stories to live, and yet, I know they are unnatural constructions. For me, making art is both an action and a residue, filled with strife, play, and utter abandon.