People love stories. So do I. That’s why I make art. The ephemera I use: bits from vintage newspaper and old journals, papers from foreign country and currencies, I have rescued from antique shops, traveling friends and coin dealers. I also use found objects like jewelry parts, stones, watch and radio parts and bits that people would have otherwise thrown away, to embellish my pieces, which have one or more characters in them. Nothing is too small. Most things are recyclable.

My work is a small example of a greater truth: nothing is wasted in life. Not experiences. Not heartache. Not times of rest or inaction. And no person, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, is, well, insignificant. Everyone has value and a purpose.