odious tedious fungus

Expanding on the project "Repeat", I'm creating a new texture that creeps over the walls. 

Like an ivy. Like an illness. 

A joyously weeping wound constructed of pieced together fragments of memory I can't get to.

Because it isn't mine. Because it wouldn't have me anyway.

"repeat" refers to both cyclical nature of history
 and
to the length of the pattern in the fabric
 before it repeats again..

cut-out upholstery fabric pieced back together
in a less-constrained manner

working in some fragments of an afghan
my great-grandmother crocheted. we have never met.
it reeks of mothballs. 

with a touch of trademarked red felt viscera 

 much work to do in the cutting and pasting world...much productive stillness in the studio in weeks to come. i welcome the company of story-tellers and nimble-fingered friends... and netflix.

                                                         (and frank)................

thanks, little dude. you are truly the best studio-mate.

 And- here's some other curiosities from my workbench:

broken dishes 

Diagram A collage under waxed paper