Cloth is a substance that is made of thousands of little threads, made of thousands
of even smaller threads. I use fiber and cloth that is laden with the history of other
people.
I use old sheets and old cut-up sweaters, and wool from local farms, and
lace from my grandmother’s sewing room and wood (which is made of fibers too). I
use these materials because they seem to encompass the gravity and enormity of the
human relationships that I am addressing- fibers woven together make a cloth, which
is strong, yet pull one string and you can unravel the whole thing. It is easily worn
and stained. It can be soft and comforting, but when there is too much of it, it can be
stifling and smothering. I’m using fiber as a metaphor for relationships and how they
comprise and individual or even a family. I’m using fiber to recreate stories from my
own experiences.