I found a tattered basketball net in a parking lot in Claremont, California in 1991, which became item #1 in an ongoing collection of fragments of rope, cord, string, line, netting, mesh, ribbon, cloth, wire and twine. To date my trove is made up of many frayed fibers gleaned from beaches, river banks, garbage bins, city curbs and friends fruit baskets. I use these materials in a variety of ways, but each drawing or assemblage involves and exchange—I trade intended function for aesthetic value.
