In relationship to my interest in identity and genetic makeup, I shifted my attention slightly and found myself collecting dictionaries, filling my studio with pages of words, cut and re-arranged to reveal only the patterns of ink, punctuated with graphic thumb indexes. Much like genetic banding patterns, webster’s lines, composed of cut pages aligned into long running sequences and embedded within sheet rock walls, forced both movement across and close attention to the delicate traces of an unknown, although familiar system.