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These nests are made from the hair saved from every cleaned-out hairbrush since my children were born, twelve and nine years ago. Carefully woven and matted into segments, the hair was hand-stitched into hanging nest forms and hung throughout the woods by my local river in early spring.


 Ever-navigating the terrain between homemaker and artist, mother and wanderer, I gather, collect, and save remnants of daily ritual and existence.  I am drawn to save catalogues of evidence from things that are both mundane and practical, to things that are rich with material memory and identity, ancestral wisdom, and spiritual significance, such as hair. 

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