over it.

it was cathartic.
but the thought of continuing to work in this vein makes me crawl in my flesh. there's a fine line that this investigation rubs up against. Dangerously close to being confessional. As close as I care to come without wallowing.

It's time to switch gears. Got some projects in the works and others in my brain.

For now, here's some documentation from "Legacy Strike" (up at Historic Northampton through October 3, 2013)

mourning portrait- embroidery on silk : collection of Historic Northampton

 In  "Repeat" I have altered a chair which came to be mine after the death of my grandmother.  The title refers simultaneously to the human tendency for repeating mistakes (personally and en mass historically) and to the term "repeat" in a printed fabric (the frequency at which a motif will repeat itself down the textile). These predictable patterns have been thwarted; dissected and rearranged. The result is an object that appears to be both wounded and furtive. 

inside of the curtain

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

that's my sentiment, exactly.

                                             (* I'M ALWAYS REPEATING MYSELF*)

I'm preparing for a show at Historic Northampton in September. 

I'll be reworking some older pieces 

and making some new images and objects. 

The piece, titled "Legacy Strike" 

will interface articles from the museum's permanent collection 

with items which I have inherited from relatives. 

I'll be creating new narratives that exploit 

and explore my complicated relationship 

with my family, and by extension- 

these objects.

here come the bombs!

escape ladder made from dresses my mother and maternal aunt wore as infants

missiles/sinkers

containing shards of a broken china set i receieved in the mail from my mother

working things out in the studio

phantom....

rocketeer cranks out the goods