Deep in the ocean there must be a mountain the size of our current deficit of lost socks - the ones that inexplicably escape from the laundry when backs are turned. I imagine that they are being absorbed into the all-creative resourceful eco system, a reminder that we live in times of consumption, waste, and pollution. I have re-directed over one thousand of these wayward socks into my art.

This particular piece captivates me as it effortlessly conveys notions of gender, age, and community without uttering a single word. It is a meditative creation that invites contemplation, continuously revealing new elements to be discovered.