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\u00a0\u00a0 Inanimate objects take on power through<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 significant association. Relics, artifacts,<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 mementos, all are linked to some<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 experience of days gone by. The poignant<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 nuances of the everyday don’t necessarily<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 have a thing associated with them but, as<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 we breathe through these simple<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 experiences, we are most always clothed.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The sometimes mundane history of daily life<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 can be tracked by what we wear, what lays<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 closest to our skin.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Wardrobes can mold to our forms and<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 psyches, becoming an integral support to<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 how we identify ourselves. I am wedded to<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the eighties, wearing clothes from high<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 school that are over half of my age, thankful<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 that they are back in style (or so I think). I am<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 bonded to this era – my first kiss, screw, drink,<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and deep depression. In my closet is a box<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of eighties’ era pants awaiting a dramatic<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 loss in my waist inches that will doubtful<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ever happen. With image often being such<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 a priority, some of us collect<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 never-to-be-worn-again clothing that<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 presents who we want to be, how we want<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to look. These folded or hung fabrics sit<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 there, gawking at us, asking to be taken out<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of their misery.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Clothing can bear the weight of<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 overwhelming feelings and memories. Half<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of my wardrobe was once my father’s. I<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 couldn’t bear to see these archives<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 disappear after he passed away. For those<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who place significance on clothes throwing<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 them away can be a painful process. I am<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 guilty of emphasizing symbol over material. I<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 revel in memory and history. How healthy is<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 this? I don’t know.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Now, in my work, I am excavating the worn<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and hoarded, cataloguing them, and letting<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 them go. thread borne releases these<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 documents of times past, with no possible<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 return for my heaven bound hamper.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Threadborne, August, 2002 The Project Room , Saltworks Gallery Artist’s Statement \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Inanimate objects take on power through \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 significant association. Relics, artifacts, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 mementos, all are linked to some \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 experience of days gone by. The poignant \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 nuances of the everyday don’t necessarily \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 have a thing associated with them but, … <\/p>\n