Occasionally I draw something, using something, on something, but mostly I draw free of explicit purpose.  I see drawing as a form of personal interaction with the material world, tracking my presence and actions through marking on and in my physical environment.  Drawing is also the means by which I reengage with my creative practice when I hesitate or need to address a temporary divide between theory and practice, body and mind.

The furniture I sometimes use as ground for my drawing connects to domesticity and the daily threat it poses to the time I give my creative practice. The obsessively scratched and drawn hairs that transform these pieces are defiantly time-consuming in response.