"Pruned down, bare boned and astringent, her unfettered, unromantic pieces present themselves in silence and then when we are about to turn away, they often seem to utter a compelling call—a roar, a moan, a whisper.
"Then we stand there, transfixed directly confronting one of her pieces, finding it more altar than art… she has steadily and consistently refined her art, arriving now at a point where her durable icons are stripped, but not barren, quiet but not voiceless, and most of all,
they prod our deepest and most hidden fears and desires and memories."
—Alan Gussow, Artist-In-Residence, American Academy in Rome, 1986
"Then we stand there, transfixed directly confronting one of her pieces, finding it more altar than art… she has steadily and consistently refined her art, arriving now at a point where her durable icons are stripped, but not barren, quiet but not voiceless, and most of all,
they prod our deepest and most hidden fears and desires and memories."
—Alan Gussow, Artist-In-Residence, American Academy in Rome, 1986