Artist Statement
I am an artist. This is art.
Crochet
There is still an invisible fence between craft and art. I am here to help tear it down. I do not make women's craft; I make crocheted sculptures. I make art.
I do not only crochet yarn, but I also crochet uncommon materials such as used plastic bags, old VHS tapes, food, whatever I can get my hands on. The art of crocheting teaches patience and attentiveness. It is also meditative and relaxing. Crochet is intricate and flexible. My goal is to teach others the art of crochet as a toll that they can use in their own lives, for their art and for their health. I have been crocheting since I was about 12 years old. I was a bookworm and happened to stumble across a crochet book one day. I decided to try it out and I fell in love with it. I build three-dimensional sculptures and two-dimensional "fiber paintings."
Sculpture
Creating sculptures out of found objects roots from my fear of abandonment. Growing up, I moved around a lot. I traveled so much that I never had a permanent place to call home. Personal items were constantly left behind or lost and forgotten. My life was constantly reduced to whatever fits in my backpack. Being exposed to trauma at a young age turned me into an adult with selective memory loss. material possessions had a different meaning to me. Ordinary items became beacons for my memories and my past. As I got older, I started collecting more and more trinkets and knick-knacks and odd items that gave me the slightest nostalgia. I merged this obsession with the urge to create things for myself, things I can call my own. This process became a coping mechanism; a way for me to remember my past and what I have gone through. Each assemblage piece that I create and have create is connected to a memory of an event, a person, or a place.
Photography
My father loved to take pictures. As immigrants, photography is a way to show off where we have traveled and what we have seen. My father always had his camera. My father always took our pictures. My father showed me how to appreciate the world through a camera lens. Losing my father in 2010, I vowed to continue my father's passion for photography. I, still an immigrant, take pictures as my father once did. I, my father's daughter, capture memories through the camera lens. I, a mother of first-generation multi-racial American children, record these places I have traveled and things I have seen so I can pass these memories to my kids. I, a photographer, shoot the photos, develop the films, and print the images all with my own two hands. The same hands that held on to my father when we first arrived in America.
Crochet
There is still an invisible fence between craft and art. I am here to help tear it down. I do not make women's craft; I make crocheted sculptures. I make art.
I do not only crochet yarn, but I also crochet uncommon materials such as used plastic bags, old VHS tapes, food, whatever I can get my hands on. The art of crocheting teaches patience and attentiveness. It is also meditative and relaxing. Crochet is intricate and flexible. My goal is to teach others the art of crochet as a toll that they can use in their own lives, for their art and for their health. I have been crocheting since I was about 12 years old. I was a bookworm and happened to stumble across a crochet book one day. I decided to try it out and I fell in love with it. I build three-dimensional sculptures and two-dimensional "fiber paintings."
Sculpture
Creating sculptures out of found objects roots from my fear of abandonment. Growing up, I moved around a lot. I traveled so much that I never had a permanent place to call home. Personal items were constantly left behind or lost and forgotten. My life was constantly reduced to whatever fits in my backpack. Being exposed to trauma at a young age turned me into an adult with selective memory loss. material possessions had a different meaning to me. Ordinary items became beacons for my memories and my past. As I got older, I started collecting more and more trinkets and knick-knacks and odd items that gave me the slightest nostalgia. I merged this obsession with the urge to create things for myself, things I can call my own. This process became a coping mechanism; a way for me to remember my past and what I have gone through. Each assemblage piece that I create and have create is connected to a memory of an event, a person, or a place.
Photography
My father loved to take pictures. As immigrants, photography is a way to show off where we have traveled and what we have seen. My father always had his camera. My father always took our pictures. My father showed me how to appreciate the world through a camera lens. Losing my father in 2010, I vowed to continue my father's passion for photography. I, still an immigrant, take pictures as my father once did. I, my father's daughter, capture memories through the camera lens. I, a mother of first-generation multi-racial American children, record these places I have traveled and things I have seen so I can pass these memories to my kids. I, a photographer, shoot the photos, develop the films, and print the images all with my own two hands. The same hands that held on to my father when we first arrived in America.
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