*Artist Statement*
Why must we perpetually reinvent ourselves? Whatever could the next new best thing be? What if repeating the same path over and over, making coffee each morning, looking out the window for birds, feeding the dog and the cat, peering into the bathroom mirror…what if all these reassuring repetitive acts would bring us closer to our beating hearts so that every falling strand of hair could be at once old and new?
I never remember dreams of flying or falling from great heights or losing my teeth. I remember dreams of looking for the car keys, or running my fingers over dusty furniture, of making coffee and feeding the cat and the dog, of looking out the window for birds.
