Artist Statement

Our bodies are an archive of comfort, ache, and memory. I touch clay to transfer my memories into it, letting it hold my responses and transform them into a visual language. I press every embrace and smile, every assault and heartbreak, into its folds and crevices. We, women of softness and glitter, of blood and anger, carry these archives. We are our dollhouse—walls of skin, floors of bone, windows of breasts, doors of teeth; rooms of ribbons, lace, pearls, sweetness, girlhood, memory. We built it, every wall and corner, and no one else has the right to touch it, move it, or claim it. This body, this flesh, this house is ours: our desire, our adornment, our memories. We choose the moments of revelation and the moments of power. We are alive.