Treading the fine line…
between book and sculptural object as vessel for mark making.
Poetic fence…a fence without purpose
An unbroken pulse of humanity, red is the thread that connects us…
If I don’t get some shelter, I’m gonna fade away…
Flurry…
Intervals…
Paris…with found papers
String theory…
Geography
Tortoise Shell Stitch with Teabag
She comes in colors…
Wordplay…
Based on Zhen Xian Bao (Chinese Thread Box)
The light between oceans…