In my work lace is a metaphor for transience and fragility. The more holes a material gets, the more it touches the essence of lace, namely transparency. Iron with rust holes is less than the object it once was, but also more. Forms that were not there arise. Textiles can be luxurious, but also worn-out. This gives it an extra meaning. After all, there is a story attached to it; it has 'lived'.