Who, what, why Noisybeak?
After I left my last job working with clothes, I felt lost.
I was looking for something.
When I wasn’t backpacking, I was trying new art mediums.
Both are some kind of explorations I guess.
Then, I began to spent more time at home.
The brimming samples, toiles and textile waste troubled me.
I’m sure you already know my next move.
It was both logical and emotional.
I used what I have, and what I know.
Longing. Inquiry, Angst. Disappointment. Fear. Mischief.
All that, and more, that makes us human, are channeled into the dolls.
My noisy friends.
They don’t take no for an answer.