I like to explore aspects of life that are often unseen, ignored, or forgotten. Beneath our feet are environments that we barely notice as we walk on them. We leave traces of ourselves everywhere and continually impose new layers of history over the old. My photographs of a textile mill floor—subtle scars, stains, and roughened surfaces the only evidence of a refrigeration plant that once occupied the site—are rendered as abstract images, woven in fine threads on high-tech machinery at the mill. Residues of human activity inhabit these weavings and connect us to our past, as well as to lost manual skills.

Pavements and walls speak to us as well. A truck splashes through an oily puddle. Cigarette butts collect in the crevices of a brick walkway. Verbal messages are engraved or spray-painted on surfaces. Miscellaneous trash, gridded fencing, scars and holes, grillwork, grit, and many other facets of urban life provide me with rich source material for abstract images of surprising beauty.