My art is a practice of embodied resistance— not resistance to a political party or ideology, but resistance to ways of being in the world that make me feel less human.

Working with my hands invites me to slow down and value process over productivity.

It invites me to regard the world’s discarded materials as an abundance of beauty and potential.

It connects me with traditions of making across cultures, times, and places that helps me feel our shared humanity, creativity, and resilience.

It brings me into a space of listening, experimentation, and childlike, aimless play.

It fundamentally shifts my relationship with time, slowly wearing down my habitual reactions to a false sense of urgency, and moving me into the flow of being.

Chronomancy (noun): a fictional school of magic or supernatural ability that involves the manipulation, control, or weaving of time itself.