The creation of paper is a labor of love. Love is poured into past drawings, paintings, and collages that are blended and sifted through water. Touching and holding each dried sheet of my previous work is in turn touching everyone I've ever loved. I watch it become something new. I destroy it. I let it breathe and live. Then I destroy it again. This is the act of communion. I will always love you. I think about you everyday
What a gift it is to be able to share time and space with one another.