(My) Bed of Nails

Growing up, I had very few places that felt safe for me, and more often than not, my own bed felt like I was laying on a bed of nails. As I grew into myself and became more in "control" of my immediate surroundings, the bed of nails from my childhood can still be found, and felt. It is not disappearing, but it is diminishing, and I have come to accept the presence of this pain. This imagery has come through my work in many ways, like the large intaglio print below, and I am sure it will continue. This physical bed form (made from steel, foam, vinyl and more) is a physical manifestation of these ever-present-and-evolving feelings. I, myself, feel ever-present-and-evolving, too.