“There is poetry in the detritus of destruction.” -Anselm Kiefer

 

Being a textile artist opens one’s eyes to the world of materials in strange, beautiful, and sometimes painful ways. One of the eye-opening aspects of moving to Mexico twenty years ago was the visible waste, inequity, suffering, intermingled with so much beauty and joy and tradition. It forces me to continually ask myself: How much do we really need to be happy? And how much harm is caused by our excesses?