Each stitch is a piece of me that I give, a moment of my life, and a unit of my love meticulously physically culminated into a universal visual language. The optimist in me knits for the cause, while my formalist counterpart works to make the images that sell my thoughts.

I knit for the true lovers.

I make these objects as a confirmation of my faith in the sincere man. I make these images to communicate and persuade as a serious contender. At the same time, I retain my own optimism by promising to never take myself too seriously.