You never know when you'll have an epiphany.
Mine happened years ago, sitting in a rowboat.
I picked up my husband's Swiss army knife scissors and snipped up the lunch bags to tell my bored children a story, and never looked back.
Ever since, I've been obsessed with cutting paper.
All I need is an ordinary pair of scissors and a piece of paper...
sometimes only a small scrap tucked into a pocket and a child's scissors.
So much of my art is all about how much I can do with how little.
A simple pair of ordinary scissors and a common piece of paper.
How intricate can it be? How much life and love and feeling can be shown with only the simplest materials?