Wednesday, September 4, 2019


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

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. 

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
evidence of a life

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