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When
I was four I made a paper machine by attaching squares of paper
to string and folding them into a milk carton, so they would
come out one after the other as I pulled the end of the string.
I made figures from cornstarch clay, real clay, fabric scraps,
string, anything that would lend itself to creating. I am happiest
when I have a piece of clay in my hands, or a brush, pen or
pencil, or walking with my camera. It is like an addiction.
There are always images and ideas inside me wanting to come
out. The images come fully formed with the colours or shades
of black and white. The purpose of my work is to support peace
in the universe and general well-being of all people. Although
I continue to work on my technique, I feel extremely fortunate
to have been born with this creative force. |
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