Mess

Memorials

"The material falls away in onrushing experience.  It peels off like skin from a molting snake.  Of course to forget the past is to lose the sense of loss that is also memory of an absent richness and a set of clues to navigate the present by; the art is not one of forgetting but letting go.  And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss."   

                                                            

                                                            Rebecca Solnit from A Field Guide to Getting Lost

When Adrienne told me she was deconstructing fabric objects (a painting on canvas by a friend, her dad's Hawaiian shirt, a collection of sweaters) and rebuilding them into spherical sculptures, I offered up my wedding dress.  I loved my wedding dress.  It was shimmering mint green, subtle and elegant.  And in the wake of the most transformative event of my life, the break up of my marriage, I couldn't think of a better way to honor the memories embedded in the loaded threads of my dress.  

Adrienne wrote to me to share her photos of the works and she describes them as "quiet, humble, pretty memorials."  I couldn't agree more.