Memory and loss, origin and transformation: I meditate on these questions when stitching, working slowly, intuitively, and without a fixed plan. The piece tells me what to do next, and, the result is more like a poem than a narrative. But sometimes the story is everything; I feel driven to show you something specific, to explain this world, or to create a new one. It's an urgent need that cannot wait for stitching to make it tangible. And that is when I pick up my fine gouge and a piece of linoleum and give myself over to the pleasure of carving.