I draw lines and pull threads in this odd space between the past and future.

 

There’s incessant movement in my work, a struggle toward some larger dimension, a transformation of the soul and the body, a disintegration of the self. Contorted bodies with calm faces allow external forces to affect them, they are at peace with the unknown and the uncertain, even when it hurts.

 

As a child I drew until the lead of my colorless pencil disappeared between my fingers and the paper. As a woman I lost my country and escaped into created worlds. I have developed the perspective that you can create infinitely with very little. 

 

I continue to create in pursuit of truth. What I know so far is that the truth is elastic, and I'm following that endless thread, floating in space and time.