The accretion of words, gestures, and feelings add layers of memory and meaning to one’s life, much like the rings of a tree. We build our lives by incremental acts. Each act enriches and adds to this cyclical process. I invest great care in the construction of my work. I do this through the transformative acts of wrapping, looping, and stitching. I spend hours gathering sticks, washing, dyeing, tying, and binding them. The materials I privilege conjure up emotional attachments, attachments that trigger childhood memories of things collected or passed down from family that hold affection and bind us together.