Those of you who've known me for a while, have probably at some point or another been locked into conversation with me while I've gone on a monologue rant about human hair, memory, art and jewelry. When I think about these intersections and the work that artists and makers have already spurred from their hairy veins- I get excited. Like, kid-discovered-cavernous-mud-pitt excited. I will get out books and pictures and tangentially rant for hours about the subject before I show