The Object holds me to the moment:
The object is the garment.
The moment makes the memory?
The strands and threads tie me to the others in the moment, the previous wearer(s), they are not the same as me but we share and are linked. The threads and fabric wear thin, fray, break but there is evidence of their existence, and their presence is still there.
Is the moment lacking because the person is absent? The memory is held. The absence is held present by the empty garment…the garment holds the memory
The garment holds what is left over,
the brushing past
the glancing blow
the flesh wound
the first cut
once bitten twice shy
the parting shot
an indelible stain
a lasting IMPRESSION is then this thing I hold in my hands… the lasting last impression is it mine as I work it?… then handed over to the audience to be influenced and influence further?
INFLUENCE… love hate admiration jealousy anger joy sadness worship envy cruelty kindness lust desire obsession… INFLUENCE…
the influence left behind… memory, changed and shaped stories, histories and personalities as evidence of the existence of that now absent… the embodiment contained in the empty garment…
What does the work entail?
Where is the recorded grief?
Traces left, fabric scraps left, collected, built up to create a presence then felt… uncomfortable?
unpick… another absence?
I hold the place, the memory, the love… this thing I hold in my hands holds love.
Embroidery as an act of love?
This act of holding and stitching, holds a place also for time and the flow of
This deep consideration, this act of love…
This is my research.
This is my art