I draw repeated marks. I make hundreds of thousands of dashes, lines, strokes, stitches, traces, loops, coils, and dots. Factors of tempo, pressure, tension and medium persistently change but the attentiveness with which the work is approached persists. The pieces hope for a longer kind of looking and reward extensive time with an unfolding experience. Approaching closely simultaneously conjures unrestrained awe and a portentous reverberation. Approaching closely the marks transform. Wandering through the work pathways are found, details discovered, surprises emerge while time is made tangible, quantifiable and visceral. My marks and material call to painting and drawing but also weaving, quilting ,embroidering, puncturing and mending. The connections toward domestic practice, and generational language are created with gratitude and investigation. I aim to build worlds. I wield inhabited patterns and invocations of textiles to summon memories. In constructing my landscapes with patterns I fill these places with the comfort of a cherished blanket, the welcome of a rug in a mother’s living room, or the curtains in a special apartment. There is no description of the nature of Washington that could be too dramatic or exaggerated to me. It has been my shelter through every turn of this life. When I step into the woods of Olympic National Park part of me returns home. Every time. My imagery evokes the land; my experiences within, in being separated from, and reunited with this wilderness inform it. The language of textiles allows me to tell the story of these exceptional and endangered places with devotion.