Mother’s Day is often a day of mixed emotion for me. I think about my mother today as my book Plaid undergoes it’s final preparations before publishing. Today I took photographs of artwork that will be part of my yet unfinished ”strategic”marketing plan. I think about my childhood as I create. As a child, I stayed awake for long periods of time in my bed. I made shapes from the beams of light that shone on the wall from torn window shades.
Pantyhose People began then. I fold this memory into my art along with the memory of paper dolls once given to me on Christmas.