Series: book of the bound
My fingers move across silk, wood, gabardine, mohair, brocade, chiffon, crepe, seersucker, cotton. Sometimes the cloth is solid, an occasional stripe, but mostly, and foremost, floral. Early on, cloth was thrust into my hands from some frayed remnant or cleanly cut from an unfurled bolt. I have lived examining and admiring the sheen and mat of it, a surface haired, raised, ridged, smooth or wrinkled. My work explores cloth and its constellations. A mapmaker charts the world. I chart cloth's language, its artifice, mimicry and mischief mirroring the worlds we discover and rediscover in skin.
Series: Poem of Stone and Bone Series: Orange You Mingus Series: constellation of shadows and leaves
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