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.
Tapestry based on drawing made on the Acropolis at Selinus in Sicily. It depicts the huge toppled drums of the Doric columns. Weft made from torn strips of my old shirts and bedding on a nylon twine warp. Colour was dictated by its tonal value resulting in a multi coloured state reminiscent of the building’s polychromed youth.