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I make sculptures from casts of my limbs to create images that both mourn my losses and plant the seeds of my reconciling. As I get older, my eyes turn backward. My memories pile up on the margins of my mind like debris from ancient shipwrecks. I can cast those stories back into the sea, but they will always wash ashore again, unwanted. I use sculpture, photography, film, and sound to bring myself in contact with my deserted shores. Where I can look down at my abandoned stories and decide whether this is the time that they come back to me for good.