I begin with a space, usually a familiar one that holds value and memory to me. I find myself instinctively searching for where comfort lies. Comfort comes in the form of finding peace within a place, a person, a memory, or a feeling. I take my discomfort and create something bearable. With these materials, they bring back fond memories of being a child sewing with my mother and grandmother. They are the ones who taught me this craft that now allows me to fall into the line of generational quilters within my family. I let the fabric speak for itself, for it brings previous life to the present. What once was theirs, is now mine and I give it a new identity as I search for mine during the making.

​Working with fabric has promoted intuitive healing with my past struggles. I have learned that I long to have a connection with the female family figures in my life, whether they are here or not. This idea brings great discomfort, so it is only natural for me to want to create it through the act of sewing since the feeling struggles to exist. I have learned with a Catholic background, it is difficult for me to exist with memories involving my experiences in the church. A window is created and the viewer is presented with something recognizable but is no longer traditionally, functional. I give these windows a new purpose. A way of introducing a unique view into theoretical places that do not exist, but I like to pretend they do. I can visualize a faux sense of comfort when looking into the work.