I notice skin. The translucency of newborn flesh with its ruddy splotchiness, bumpy veins under hands covered with liver spots, creamy flesh behind raised pink spots with pus filled centers. Skin is a truly human narrative. I love finding minute changes in flesh and becoming evermore precise in seeing what is there. Thinking of the skin surface rather like a fabric carries warm implications to me of traditional femininity and brings to mind women from my family I have admired. If you think of the variety in floral patterns, for instance, you can have large images where more space exists around it, and the pattern is loose. Or you can have a tightly bound calico with intricate and minute detail. The body can be viewed in the same way when imposed onto a two dimensional space. So my tight close ups are my calicos, and my broader drawings that incorporate multiple figures are like the larger floral prints.