|Remnant, 2013 cotton, fur, straw, lace|
I am drawing on the walls with soft dimension and handwork of years past. I love this fleeting piece of eternity. Me, you all that lived before.
Do you ever marvel at this.
Cotton the flower of a beautiful plant. The flower reconfigured as a fabric. Worn as a protective garment for a body. The body dies and goes back to the ground, air, and water. The cotton grows again from the earth that nourishes and is nourished by the body. In between these cycles are momentary remnants, impressions of both the bodies and the flowers that once grew and will grow again.