Our personal
narratives are pieced together by fragments of our past including the textiles
that have accompanied us along the journey, imbuing them with memory and
feelings. Embedded in cloth are our stories, our histories, our identities and
our cultures. Cloth arouses thoughts of
warmth, comfort, protection and intimacy but also paradoxically, confinement,
containment, fragility, and impermanence.
So much of women’s labour is invisible, impermanent and unseen. Domestic
work is consumed, disintegrates, dissolves, disappears, is forgotten, is
invisible…so many of these hours regarded as insignificant and inconsequential.
Landscapes (below) consists of four textile assemblages that paint the
canvas of a domestic life. Constructed
of textiles collected over the duration of the artist’s life, these
‘Landscapes’ utilize everyday and mundane textiles that are part of domestic
chores - endless menial tasks most often done without remuneration or praise,
often not seen by others, and usually only noticed by a small and intimate
circle. These textiles are silent witnesses, archaeological evidence of a life
and its relationships. Each piece takes years to create and has left these
markings ꟷ the wearing, the fraying, the stains and the rips. These
‘landscapes’ are the art that forms an ordinary life.
The Terrain Travelled: linen dishcloth, vintage flour bag, denim construction work pants, 'art' class apron, Queen of Hearts playing card: stitched |
The Daily Terrain
of Living. 101cm x 81cm. cotton, denim, dryer sheets, clothing tags. upcycled
fabrics
2019
|
The Landscape of
Everyday, 104cm x 78cm. Linen, cotton, denim, found objects. upcycled textiles. 2019
|
Dream Fields 86cm x 79cm. cotton pillowcase and bed sheet, dryer sheet, plastic netting,
window screening, garment tag. 2019.
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Landscapes is attached with clothespeg to a clothesline. The clothespegs have a line of poetry written on each of them. Below, the pegs, along with the poem.
Cloth accompanied
ordinary moments
of domesticity
ART of my life
these markings
Years disintegrate
my labours
stains
rips
frays
evidence of a life
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