I find comfort in these labor intensive, monotonous processes because they give me a sense of control. Repetitive patterns allow for mistakes to be undoubtedly visible, giving me the certainty of knowing when I have done a good job. Conversely, these processes give me excuses to seclude myself from others. I make objects that are undeniably beautiful that force decisions to be made. Is wearing something beautiful worth the discomfort? Is getting close to someone wearing it worth the potential harm? Is the certainty of knowing that I have done something “right” worth being disengaged from the people around me?