She is the cutter of the forgotten stories, the spy of the past and the tamer of the paper…
Sometimes the beauty comes through the trial and error…
Sometimes you know what it’s like to sit and feast on both sides of the table…
An odes to beauty and fragility crafted on a torn book covers…
The wild and mysterious art form they call collage, can also be cure for chaos…
Knock knock. Who’s there? Max. Max who? Max-o-Motherfuckin Boss-Matic.
Sometimes these pieces of paper stuck together are the key into your mind…
Crafting enormous emotional structures from the tiniest pieces of paper…