THE FABRIC OF MY LIFE
LIFE STORY ...TORN APART
The fabric of my life ...
my life story ...
torn apart.
Am I unrolling or revealing my life story?
Am I rolling it up? Hiding it away? Sweeping muck under a carpet?
Am I trying to repair my life?
This is my life-story.
How have I shaped it?
Abandonment. Divorce. Division of property.
Invasive, heart-rending processes.
my life story ...
torn apart.
Am I unrolling or revealing my life story?
Am I rolling it up? Hiding it away? Sweeping muck under a carpet?
Am I trying to repair my life?
This is my life-story.
How have I shaped it?
Abandonment. Divorce. Division of property.
Invasive, heart-rending processes.
I cut a piece of fabric and wrote my life story as quickly as I could, without editing.
I then found a piece of batting and black backing fabric.
I stitched them together.
Then quite violently I tore at the script with an un-picker ... renting my life story.
The figure is made of the same fabric as the backing.
On her back are tools for creating, for joining, and for un-building.
I then found a piece of batting and black backing fabric.
I stitched them together.
Then quite violently I tore at the script with an un-picker ... renting my life story.
The figure is made of the same fabric as the backing.
On her back are tools for creating, for joining, and for un-building.