Sculpture 2023
Wood, metal foil, fabric, video, light
23’ x 23’w x 9’ht.
Compass is a sculpture inspired by the magnetic fields
of the earth. The work considers location as
it relates to migrating patterns of flora and fauna
and reflects upon humankinds navigational direction
of the natural world.
Installation 2022
96″ x 96″ x 60″
Porcelain, glazed ceramics, audio (of ringing and busy phone), wooden side table, velvet drape.
Part waiting room, part mortuary. Nature is calling.
site-specific installation 2021
bamboo, repurposed plastic, paint, light. This work celebrates
the conservation and comeback of the Trumpeter swan.
Hothouse for the Flora of Our Own Making(or the fruit of our convenience)
Site-specific installation, Maryland 2019
516″ x 120 x 180″
clear polyethylene #4 repurposed plastic, wood, filament and light 
The artwork is a spectacle of endless consumption and a reminder of how a material of our own design has become a staple of our environment and is rapidly transforming the natural world.
The installation juxtaposes the flora of the natural world, as evidenced in the lush plant life of Ladew’s Gardens, with an illuminated, ethereal hothouse of polypropylene vegetation-a human creation.
installation/performance 2019
neon sign, neon lighting, clothing rack, wire hangers, filament, collected used dry-cleaning bags, sound, 4 performers. The work is an installation by day and in the evening a participatory theatrical event. This installation, located in a gallery storefront, takes the form of a conceptual dry cleaner shop. Composed of thousands of low density polyethylene (the clear plastic used to package “clean” garments). The work reflects on the ubiquitous cleaners of our urban landscape and emphasizes the ever growing problem of LDPE plastic #4 and the use of perchloroethylene, a known toxin, to clean wearables.
(dirty~clean)Cleaners is activated with intermittent performative events. The installation considers the after-life of human made materials related to domesticity. During the performance, Sisyphean cleaning clerks endlessly fold, process and roll the ghosts of our laundry.
