Artist Statement
These canvases began as discarded objects — left behind in a pile of usable things by someone moving on. There were more than two, but I only needed these.
After a walk with Dali, I bought glue and yarn and returned home to begin. Using pencils and broken utensils as tools, I pushed and packed yarn into adhesive-coated canvas, building texture through pressure and repetition. The process was slow, physical, and imperfect — months of bending over, inhaling glue, and insisting on completion.
What emerged are two text-based works that hold a simple but unresolved tension: Love More or More Love. Directive or abundance. Effort or overflow. Command or condition.
The materials are humble, repurposed, and tactile. The phrases are direct but open-ended. Together they ask a quiet question: is love something we generate, or something we allow?
What speaks to you?
Artist Statement
These canvases began as discarded objects — left behind in a pile of usable things by someone moving on. There were more than two, but I only needed these.
After a walk with Dali, I bought glue and yarn and returned home to begin. Using pencils and broken utensils as tools, I pushed and packed yarn into adhesive-coated canvas, building texture through pressure and repetition. The process was slow, physical, and imperfect — months of bending over, inhaling glue, and insisting on completion.
What emerged are two text-based works that hold a simple but unresolved tension: Love More or More Love. Directive or abundance. Effort or overflow. Command or condition.
The materials are humble, repurposed, and tactile. The phrases are direct but open-ended. Together they ask a quiet question: is love something we generate, or something we allow?
What speaks to you?