Fossil Garment #4 (37" x 24") A lovely old blouse, reconfigured with underlying crochet. The 'head' is just a flap which hung down in back (like on a little boy's sailor suit), but I've turned it around to suggest...regret. The one pincushion buried deep in her heart, the other flying off, the arms wrapped tightly across. In a Broadway show, long ago, I saw an actor expressing grief with a striking pose of lowered head and crossed arms, and that position has surfaced more than once in my art. Here, the garment sits on a dark background of embedded crochet, with round doily craters in the stark moonscape.
So why does one garment wind up exploding in a burst of red scissors and Cinderella handkerchiefs, while another is grief-stricken on dark crochet? No, I don't plan out a piece and find the garment that fits my vision. I hold the garment, and wash it and iron it (which lets me truly get to know it) and try to hear what it has to say. On some level, I am collaborating with generations past, with the women who created these garments and doilies and lace. And while I don't believe that there's anything supernatural going on, clothing does hold memories.