Making is how I make sense of life and being human. People are both fascinating and perplexing to me. I love drawing people: loved ones, children, strangers with stories from faraway places; but a drawing never seems to be complete. Life is a journey, one which is sometimes interrupted by tragedy. Things fall apart and need mending. Whether I draw onto paper, fabric, discarded linen or remnants of old clothing my drawing remains on the surface. Thread cuts through and holds things together. Drawing and stitching are combined with life, each work gradually unfolding as part of a bigger story.