Material matters because material speaks. When I tell visual stories, I create three-dimensional objects to carry a narrative. Is this a story of transparency, or fragility, or strength? I must use glass. Or is this a story of time, growth, layers, or organic change? Wood is what I need. Soap can be cast to look like marble, fiber speaks of domesticity, softness, covering, or perhaps of flags, bandages, tents. Paper nods to the ephemeral, what is familiar, accessible, and often disposable.

I am seduced by materials, as I have confessed. Ever curious about the possibilities of form, shape, or process I can use for a next story—be it the recreation of my journaling spot, or a poetic meditation of taking up space as a body, a woman—I will always love materials.