What sticks in my mind about the dance is that there is this quiet woman peeking around a corner and this completely free man who is dancing and doing what he pleases. She’s watching and then suddenly she joins the picture and takes over the center of the dance in this explosion of energy and color and then she disappears and he’s left trying to return to order. Everybody has lost somebody at some point in their life. Someone who swirled through and then is suddenly gone. This sculpture channels the desire for order after that kind of relationship. In my sculpture, papers are nice, orderly and settled when suddenly something dramatic happens: a wind picks up the pages and spins them into chaos. But then on the other side, after the chaos, there is this return to calm.
