Exterior manifestations of inner demons, they are at once menacing and silly, attractive and repulsive. The creatures have claws and teeth, but have no locomotive power; no feet, no wings. Their soft, feathery sections hide needle-sharp claws, and their fur is formed from layers fishhooks and pencil points. Mounted like scientific specimens, could be either safely preserved, or about come to life. They are obsessively constructed from objects collected from daily life, just as the fears that inspired them are slowly assembled from the interior detritus that I gather and worry over.

They are inspired by my grandfather's Katsina doll collection, by Jim Henson's Muppets, and by my grandmother's holiday crafts formed from yucca pods and tumbleweeds and glitter.

They are toys, they are fetishes, they are nightmares.