2023
I have learned that worrying about cohesion and fretting that my work seems to go off in too many different directions is a waste of time. I’ve learned that by just doing the work, staying attached to media and processes that draw me, and trusting myself (just a little bit), I will, piece by piece, build a body of quality work with a strong identity and through-line. Sometimes looking back creates clarity.
Distant, 50” x 28”, Netting, paper, canvas, wire, silk.
I go back and forth between media and process. This piece found me weaving on netting stretched across a coatrack again. I was interested in the seam where the two parts met, as had happened in a piece from a few years back. I realized, as I put this together, that it was a landscape of the Hudson River Valley and northwest CT., and how we who live here see it: next to each other but slightly apart, similar but different.
Distant, detail
Warren Winter, 50” x 26”, Netting, canvas, paper, wire, silk.
Deep in February, when I drive around upstate Connecticut, I am struck by the range of browns and the heaviness of the grey sky. The fields are only dirt, usually frozen, and often topped irregularly by snow and ice. Sticks, brambles, branches, twigs, brittle grass, and patches of slick ice are all around.
99 Bowery, 24” x 18”, Vintage linen, silk, tape, tar.
My first real home in NYC was on the Bowery between Grand and Hester Street. It might have been illegal? It was a somewhat casual sublet. Regardless, it was a massive mess, impossible to heat, in a then very sketchy neighborhood, and I loved it.
Central Park, 12” x 12”, Vintage linen, silk.
Anyone who’s raised a child in NYC lays claim to their local park and playground. I spent so much time in Central Park when my son was small that I joked I should pay rent there. This rectangle of green will always be part of my home, regardless of where I live in NYC.
Not Quite the Heights, 24” x 18”, Vintage linen, silk, tape, tar.
I moved way uptown for a few years, near 157th Street. It was a great apartment, good light, size, management. But it never felt like home. I later traded the light and size for smaller but closer to my family. Location and proximity matter; family matters.
1129 Lex, 12” x 12”, Vintage linen, silk, flax.
This was my ‘marriage home’. I moved here when I met my partner, raised a family and founded a business with this as my home, and left it when I got divorced and sold the business. It was good, and then it wasn’t.
Uptown, Downtown, 18” x 24”, Vintage linen, suede, silk, flax.
First, we opened a gourmet food store on the UES. Then we expanded it, doubled its size. Big mistake. Then we saved it by shrinking it and moving downtown. Growing a business is a very organic process: sometimes you control it, other times it runs away from you.