I knit for the true lovers.
Each stitch is a piece of me that I give, a moment of my life and a unit of my love, meticulously culminated into a universal visual language. The optimist in me knits for the causes of sincerity, happiness, goodness, and earnestness, while my formalist counterpart works hard and straight faced with conviction to make the images that sell my thoughts. I make these objects as a practice and a confirmation of my optimism. I make these images to communicate and persuade as a serious contender while at the same time retaining my own optimism and sanity by secretly promising to never take myself too seriously.
I engage though Post Painterly Abstractionist era via my love for Clement Greenberg’s romantically diehard calculations. Nostalgic for certain modernist principles, (or the type of conviction to the principals carried out by that era’s heroes) I draw upon their formalistic values for my images. On top, I interject a friendly sense of play, or a different type of nostalgia along the same lines of sincerity, with the connotations of knitting and textures of my process and materials. My work honestly deceives, being one thing while sneakily being equally something else, object then image, sincere then ironic, masculine then feminine, fluxuating back and forth with the relativity to the viewer’s physical proximity as well as previous experiences.
