Artist Statement

I make work about the objects we inherit and what they ask us to believe. A baby gate. A child’s tutu. A well-loved doll. These aren't neutral things — they carry ideology, ritual, and longing. I work at the intersection of personal memorabilia and found materials, treating the domestic and the kitsch as relics that hold the full weight of cultural history.

I came to making through grief. When my brother died suddenly in 2020, I couldn't look away from pain the way our culture asks us to. What emerged wasn't grief art — it was work about everything grief forced me to examine: the systems I was raised inside, the rituals I was handed, the body, belief, gender, and the strange inheritance of American girlhood. My practice uses the formal language of devotion — the altar, the series, the domestic interior — and then undermines it. The work is often funny. Humor and heartbreak, I've learned, are the same gesture made in the same breath.