Before I was even born, thread, fabric and fibers were woven into my DNA like woolen yarn around a hook. This work is a meditation on the gifts we receive as children but are unable to fully appreciate until many years have passed. It is a deeper exploration of a mother’s love, down to its very fiber. I sought to breathe life back into these saved, salvaged and forgotten pieces of my history.
Recently, I began sifting through this never worn again, aging pile of homemade keepsakes; pulling musty vestments out of storage, touching the fabric to my fingertips and smelling their age, letting all these impressions waft through my senses.
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