This series of weavings was a long time coming. For years post-college, I created site-specific commissions for interior design. At a certain point, I realized that I had stopped making my own art, wasn't satisfied, and found a new career as a nuclear medicine technician. It was only when I no longer needed to support myself through my art that I was able to go back to my sketchbooks of faces and tribal masks and begin this series. I now had a refreshing lack of concern for who my client was, how I’d sell this work or even why I was making it. Finally, this middle-aged weaver can shake off the art school convention of having to defend every little design decision and just MAKE THE DAMN ART!
This work is definitely affected by my disparate professions. One requires set procedures and an end product with precise specifications. The other is a continuously evolving process with an often unexpected conclusion.