Monday, October 26, 2015
This stormy grey bit is actually the collar from a tuxedo shirt that I used for a table mopper in a dye session and then dismembered. It flapped around in the river basket like a broken wing for a long time, noisy, always surfacing. "Use me."
I think about the occasions or performances it must have witnessed. You just never know what clothes have been up to.
The older section keeps reminding me to loosen up and not be so literal. Then I study it and think that it needed more work too.