I begin with a blind contour drawing of crumpled tissue paper and cat toys on my studio floor. Blind contour drawing always presents me with a matrix of line and shape that I did not, could not, anticipate. This fits with my general philosophy of “make | do”, and “found, not sought” whether it’s improvisational cooking or making found-object sculpture.

After sifting through boxes of paper, fabric, and thingamajigs, I select materials I’m drawn to—coffee-stained tissue, rust-colored drawing, screening, wire, paste jewel—and begin to place them. I find myself constrained by the boundaries I have laid down in the drawing. I surrender to that impulse. Sort of.