"Folding a memory" Sculpture

I am drawn to places I can only imagine. The microscopic world, too small to see. The mountains of my home, too far to climb. The empty space that fills the universe. They are too complex and immense to fully grasp. But I am comfortable with not knowing. My practice gives me a different kind of access to these places — not physical, not scientific, but my own. A way to inhabit my idea of them. Through drawing, embroidery and hand tufted textile I travel to landscapes that only exist in the act of making. My forms move between scales — they could be vast or microscopic, organism or landscape. I like the idea of different scales coexisting in the same piece. These are not illustrations of ideas. They are the act of going there.