Things heated up while in graduate school. We all had to produce work quickly so the faculty could have something to discuss in their frequent studio visits. My studio was located in an old army barracks that had been outfitted with a kitchenette complete with a washer/dryer. Handy – I hung clotheslines in my studio and often they were filled when the surprise “crits” happened. No surprise, the faculty would give a spontaneous “crit” to the hanging laundry, assuming that it was part of my work. I mean, I used many unusual things in my work but not laundry. I wondered if they would have done the same if I was a male student? At this time I produced a kind of melange of my origins in wood carving mixed with objects and also full-blown all found-object assemblage pieces.