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 I draw on large Formica panels and paper with Conte Crayon; wire objects with rhinestones; hammer metal onto wood; weld formed steel into 2-D drawings and make prints.
 
In short, I have always liked to make things.   These “things” are my personal and not-so-quiet conversations with melancholia; the fifteen-hundred-mile separation from my family; religion, gender inequality, acts of violence towards my sex, acts of courage and brilliance by my tribe and as I age the subtle and not so subtle physical changes to our bodies over time.
 
But the final objects, I hope, also revel in optimism and fairness with a heavy dose of beauty.
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For years my work visually dealt with bad boyfriends, quirky family problems, death and that ever-marching ticking of time called aging.
 
But my newest work has taken on the larger issues of family violence and sexual abuse towards women.  Besides the horrific acts of rape and murder many women have and continue to face on a daily basis across this planet I hope my work in even the smallest way demands a clearer picture of the achievements, suffering and bravery of my gender that has been overlooked, forgotten, trod upon or lied about throughout history.  My small voice becomes ever more-shrill with each piece I produce and my hope is that my screams give strength to those within  hearing range.                                                                                                              

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