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artist statement On an early foggy October morning drive between
Charleston, SC and Savannah, GA, I saw hundreds of spider webs. They were
hanging in the pine trees and power lines along both sides of the thirty-mile
road. These ephemeral webs, beautifully defined by the moisture from the fog,
were not successfully photographed and remain in my memory.
During 2006-2007, I spun wool in public locations and digitally recorded
stories related to me by passersby about spinning. The foggy drive brought
me into visual contact with nature’s spinner and weaver, the spider, Arachne
of Greek myth.
During my 2008 Residency at Pocket Utopia (Brooklyn, NY), I spun carded
wool—a process taking a mass of fiber and making it into a strand of yarn, a
long line. From these yards and yards of homespun, I constructed
rudimentary weavings and knitted sculptures - drawings out of wool - and
installed them in the unique spaces of Pocket Utopia.
Charleston, SC and Savannah, GA, I saw hundreds of spider webs. They were
hanging in the pine trees and power lines along both sides of the thirty-mile
road. These ephemeral webs, beautifully defined by the moisture from the fog,
were not successfully photographed and remain in my memory.
During 2006-2007, I spun wool in public locations and digitally recorded
stories related to me by passersby about spinning. The foggy drive brought
me into visual contact with nature’s spinner and weaver, the spider, Arachne
of Greek myth.
During my 2008 Residency at Pocket Utopia (Brooklyn, NY), I spun carded
wool—a process taking a mass of fiber and making it into a strand of yarn, a
long line. From these yards and yards of homespun, I constructed
rudimentary weavings and knitted sculptures - drawings out of wool - and
installed them in the unique spaces of Pocket Utopia.
| august 21, 2009 |