About: In the mid-90s, some geeky boys and I built a 179-lb gasoline-powered robot with hydraulic-enabled jaws. As the only female participant and team captain at Robot Wars International (SF), this was going to be my frist step to ruling the world. We lost. Our lamo robot hugged the other robots. No death. No shards of metal. No adoring fans.

I learned how to weld so I could make metal crosses to house cherished bits of my bone collection. I once had a studio but had to give it up because too many alpha women in a small space makes for danger. And not the good kind.

Now I make monkeys out of fruit, operas out of hot dogs, and bloody Frosty post-sledding accidents with snausages and crescent roles. Then, I photograph them before serving my creations at dinner parties. I am an acquired taste.