My edges are uneven, I am not perfect.  I embrace the charm of imperfection.  In many cultures throughout the world it is considered a sign of humility to leave one element of a work imprecise.  Absolute perfection is considered the realm of the creator.  In weaving, a straight, even edge is often the focus.  I enjoy playing with the accidental.

Some of my pieces revolve around accidents.  As a child I watched my grandmother demonstrate intuitive painting to her students.  She would close her eyes and scribble all over the canvas and then spend the next several hours coaxing forms and images out of the tangle.  Using sculptural techniques of bead weaving, I create freeform shapes and textures out of tangles of beads.