Round, and around, and around
fragments tumble, and are eventually trapped
in a soft rectangle embedded with the traces of home.
Fold and press, fold and press, stack.
Stratum builds, sinks, blend and brews.
Flotsam flows back and forth from the curb.
Daily excess accumulates.
Could you…..? Please, could you…….? PLEASE!!!!
The repetition, the tedium of daily routine is constant –
folding, washing, stitching, slicing, wiping, asking, gathering.
One minute it is utter drudgery, the next reverie.
When harnessed and exploited, these repetitive tasks can shift the ordinary – lone socks, gallon milk jugs,cardboard boxes - into something novel. My practice resides here, in the moments of recognizing the beauty in the everyday, in the desire to attain the haphazard yet purposeful approach intrinsic in my kids when they create, in the strata of daily existence.
It is these moments when my home and studio coalesce.
2015