Remnants
Remnants references my many, may years as a working artist, particularly as...
One Thousand Years of Sewing into the Night
My grandmother’s sewing box, a gift from her mother, handed down to m...
The Childhood
I spent my childhood hiding in yellow rice in the beautiful sun-filled coun...
Untitled
I treated the box as an objet trouve, a modest thing with some forgotten pu...
Grief Repair
All is metaphor, even that which we may take as fact. Human logic is fragil...
Floating in My Void
I look at the space around and expand to the infinite All my senses curve i...
The Private Cosmic Library
The “Private-Cosmic Library” probes three possibilities for encoding co...
Psalms to Ellul My work comes from a very far and deep past including the m...
Memory
This box is about memory. The interior, the little empty scarlet sarcophagu...
Separation
Vietnamese / American Boxes April 1975, Vietnam: Everyone knows the communi...
Sea Dream
When I set out to create something I try to draw in the season and the plac...
The Past Never Returns
Para Olvidante a Ti
Framing Life, Memories, and Wisdom
Tajima. An artist and an extraordinary woman collaborate to create a box. S...
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