Color. I don’t have a favorite.
Red, Blue, Yellow, Black, and White—you can make every color from these.
My life is colorful at times; other times it is black; or white; or achromatic.
The black—I have very dark thoughts sometimes. I hide this from most people, but sometimes
I’m tortured. I think too much.
Plastic—strong yet fragile. Like me. Easy to cut through. Smooth.
Some kinds of plastic is harder to knit than others. I find it very satisfying to knit the plastic that is more difficult.
I like irregularities. Because nothing is perfect….but I wish it was, I still strive for it…
Perfectionism, compulsiveness, and knitting.
What I love most about incorporating knitting into my art is that as I’m knitting it gives me time to think about the work and plan everything ahead. I have time to think, yet I’m creating at the same time.
On the outside I appear happy, smart, and normal. I’m good at appearing this way.
Broken glass—It can cut you. You can see through it. It is beautiful. I found the glass I used in this piece in the trash. I save bits of glass I find on the street or by the water. Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped under glass. Like the water is coming up and I’m about to drown. But I always break through.