The objects I use in my work are living entities to me. I select ones that are filled with a vital energetic quality and retain an intimate sense of human touch.
I rescue many from trash piles or flea markets. I bring them home and watch how they communicate with other old things in my studio. Sometimes they laugh at each other, sometimes they scream at each other. But, ultimately, in some definitive, yet inexplicable way, certain of these particular old things request to be joined together. So I grant their request.
It is a labor of love.