My work is mark making in thread. On antique indigo, I build dense fields by hand: packed dots, netted webs, radiating dashes that accumulate into something between textile and map.

I’m drawn to systems that diagram connection: orreries, cartography, satellite transmission maps. I’m drawn most of all to protective marks, drawn to exact rules whose meaning stays sealed inside them. In my work, radiating rings become celestial bodies or transmission nodes, and the lacework between them becomes connective tissue: gravity, route, signal.

I work with the urge to fill the entire field. But filled space is not uniform space. Density is my drawing tool. Open netting breathes, packed marks press forward, and the material becomes new terrain. What emerges are charts of imagined systems: night cities seen from above, mechanisms of unseen orbits, recorded one mark at a time, at the speed of the hand.