Artist Statement
Give me clean floors, hot soup, and a glass of dry wine -- real art made outside the space of the page and within the margins of everyday life.
I used to think that my work was about big themes -- Death and Resurrection, Transgression and Forgiveness. But I have come to realize it is about something else entirely, something little -- a single touch.
It is without doubt a woman’s touch, the kind that can distinguish the particular quality of the abundant wavy tresses on each of my three children’s heads; the kind of touch that can reach across years to remember how it felt to squeeze my mother’s hand.
Art is, after all, the best sort of imitative magic. For a brief moment, one can believe, with absolute conviction, that it is possible to touch what cannot be seen.