(Undone) Meet Me in the Garden
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Undone (Meet Me in the Garden)
2022
91” H x 101” W
Photographic woven tapestry, cotton-, polyester-, viscose thread
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Thread cascades from my floral tapestries, as if nature itself is unraveling.
The tapestries offer a visual reflection of our weakening social and natural landscapes.
In the work, flowers show evidence of destruction in varying degrees; fully to partially uprooted, unthreaded & cut - and seemingly still under an unseen threat.
Several dominant flowers are positioned “face forward” in a stance of protection - an attempt to prevent further harm.
The garden panels are liminal spaces - transitions between what was, what is and the uncertainty and unknowing of what lies ahead.
The threads, as they fall downward suggest an unraveling that cannot be rewound to their original state.
Thread fragments & piles spilled out on the floor are remnants - symbolic of what remains & what is left to work with. Do these fallen threads still hold possibility, life? Can they be repurposed, reimagined, “replanted” so a new nature can emerge?
Undone (Meet Me in the Garden)
2022
91” H x 101” W
Photographic woven tapestry, cotton-, polyester-, viscose thread
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Thread cascades from my floral tapestries, as if nature itself is unraveling.
The tapestries offer a visual reflection of our weakening social and natural landscapes.
In the work, flowers show evidence of destruction in varying degrees; fully to partially uprooted, unthreaded & cut - and seemingly still under an unseen threat.
Several dominant flowers are positioned “face forward” in a stance of protection - an attempt to prevent further harm.
The garden panels are liminal spaces - transitions between what was, what is and the uncertainty and unknowing of what lies ahead.
The threads, as they fall downward suggest an unraveling that cannot be rewound to their original state.
Thread fragments & piles spilled out on the floor are remnants - symbolic of what remains & what is left to work with. Do these fallen threads still hold possibility, life? Can they be repurposed, reimagined, “replanted” so a new nature can emerge?