I am a maker with a passion for textiles.

I love to make things out of different materials and especially out of felt, which I keep making like daily bread.

In making felt the transformation of materials speak to me. I am driven to become more and more creative. What new visual language will emerge?

Sometimes abstractly through colour, form and texture, it grows. Often drawn to illusion, how will this new fabric be enhanced by the human body inside?

The felt making tells of both conscious and unconscious relations to things. Maybe a story emerges telling of cryptoc connections to place and kin.