To me, objects are an unending plethora of possibilities: how they work or could be made to work. Give me an apple, a chair, a book, or a stump of wood and I will be a happy woman. Most often, I find that objects are always wanting to be more than what they were initially created to be. They are wanting to be, wanting to please; they are anything and everything. There is so much beauty in every object: the swoopey line of a shifty chair, the feminine curve of a vase, or the spiky love of a ceiling fan; I love to look at all things.

Just now I am translating my love of visuals to the art of the physical love of play, and yes, the love is infinite. I've never had just one favorite object until recently. My frame, Justin, has stolen my heart; he is supportive, strong, and reliable. It amazes me how inspiring his love is. He pushes me to find new ways to caress, juggle, and play with him. I love how he always wants to be with me; he has shown such dedication and love for me, and I will always hold him close to my heart. But he understands that I still have a deep, profound love for all things. Everything holds so many possibilities.