The drawing as an object, its physicality and how it occupies space three-dimensionally, presents an interesting paradox to me. Drawings created with sumi ink on sticky notes and found paper make up the majority of my work. Sometimes, however, the marks are made with a band saw and a sander and look more like traditional sculpture, though I still consider them an extension of the act of drawing and execute them under this pretext. I have learned to address certain aspects of this dimensional duality through installation and am learning to push the drawings further in considering facets of place. I have been building on a body of drawings and wood sculptures going on seven years now. Questioning my work has always been a part of the process, but the questions have lately gotten bigger and the directions foggier. The feeling this gives me is somewhere between dull postpartum and clarity of anticipation. There is a saying that pain is weakness leaving the body. I think in the same sense, uncertainty is the dissolution of pride.