2024 / Works in Progress

Last summer, I bought a box of unmarked, vintage reel-to-reel recording tape at a flea market and it spoke to me. At the same time, I seem to have settled into a very comfortable place of beige, canvas, drop cloths, and the handleable size that mimics my arm span. Each piece is a little different but each one links to the one before. They form a family that sometimes speaks to one another and behaves nicely at holiday dinners.