My work charts my progression away from the religion I was raised in. It is not a linear progression. Through a similar conversation with craft in industrialized society, my soft sculptures masquerade as cheap products while actually handmade, and they portray religious beliefs with modern criticism.
While I find comfort in my grandmother’s collected fabrics, I battle with anger where her religion ’s sexist theology holds us both down. Religion used to ignite me, but now I stuff meaning into contrived seams.
These sculptural works advertise priceless traditions, but with disillusioned hindsight slapped on like a discount price tag.