Some times I feel as though I am stitching a map of my inner psyche where each color of thread signifies a different direction of thought; always thinking of more than one thing at once, layers of thoughts overlapping, intersecting and breaking away into tangents of a larger idea. These thoughts are awkward, hard to pin down and difficult to put into words. I feel like I am creating figural structures out of outlandish almost garish fabrics to accentuate an overwhelming and sometimes constricting sense of  space. I think of my art as awkward topographic structures and threaded seismographs that illustrate my human experience.