A state of being lost for words. speechless ceremonial cutting and tying of a tapestry from its loom. Detritus embedded in the weft, references the accumulation of the palatable and synaesthestic experience. Where what is spoken, suggests just as much as a pause. Connect / synchronise, in solitude, reluctantly.
Just submitted my newest work entitled ‘Parasitoid Free Hugs’
A net cast from my head, flayed into slithers and forced flat like a global map. Ten fingers ready to clasp and mask the airway. A burial ready, likeness, for eternity.
Machine embroidered stuffed fabric
Process n’ work-in-progress
Cartographers licence … peak of my nose was sacrificed
Although inert, it still creeps up the wall🕷 It will lunge out at you just like those Xenomorphs/Facehuggers in the Alien films
Tapestry of woven torn strips of bed sheets. Based on an Ionic capital from the Erechtheion or Erechtheum on the Acropolis in Athens.
Made from neoprene, stitched into a pentagonal starfish, reversible and malleable like a self defence reaction. Floatable and squeezable and ever ready as warm to the touch. Colours of a harlequin and candy crushed, you can distort it’s geometry with a cornucopia of fruits.