In the Studio With a Sculptor Who Works Only in Salvaged Steel
Every piece in the yard used to be something else. That is the entire point.
The studio is a yard behind a decommissioned rail shed, and it is impossible to tell where the material ends and the work begins.
Provenance as a constraint
She will not buy new steel. Everything comes from demolition — beams, plate, reinforcement bar — and each piece arrives with a history she researches before she cuts it. The constraint is severe and entirely self-imposed, and she is clear about why: new steel would let her make whatever she already had in mind.
I am not making the thing I imagined. I am making the thing this particular piece of steel will allow.
Letting the material decide
The consequence is that the work is genuinely unpredictable, even to her. A beam with a particular corrosion pattern will suggest a form she would never have drawn, and she follows it. Several finished pieces began as an attempt at something completely different that the metal refused to become.
Whether that is a philosophy or an elaborate excuse is a question she seems happy to leave open.