​I have never been one thing. I find the constraints of professional language suffocating and insufficient. Capitalism prefers this. It is much easier to buy, sell, and control that which is explicit. Mystery and metamorphosis — these are expansive. Alive. Impossible to capture.

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In my work, constraints are freedom. A blank canvas or page. A story to be told. A body to be clothed. A problem to be solved. A classroom with its ticking clock.

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This is a project of gathering multitudes and placing them under the same roof. A love of imperfect, textural, old garments can make its way into prose. The impulse to capture a truth about humanity is also the designer's eye. Teaching is adaptive, creative problem-solving over and over again.

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I am not interested in defining the world around me but in creating and living among it. ​