I was one of three girls with a father who was a brilliant mechanic who taught us how to work on cars from an early age. A mother who sewed everything material we needed when growing up, (even the family tent). I never questioned gender roles until I took history at school. What of the soft pink hammer with the hard steel head? What of it I ask, as can it not been just seen as an expression of individuality?

We accept we have rules to obey in society, it is just some are not clearly defined. I can not change the rules, but I can impose order through my work. With the use of a restricted palette, referencing to reinforcing with the mesh, the grids of the mesh and disciplines of patchwork, I seek to poke the monkey.

One thing I know is that the hamper is never empty.

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