Sunday, 8 April 2012

Empty.


Time consuming (lonely?) works.
Repetitive stitches, no thought, quite basic, as these dead spaces have become, and what non-spaces already are. Thought about creating a few container like pieces that are empty inside...

In terms of dead spaces (barren land, a few spots in salford come to mind...) they are huge expanses of space, some thing was once going on, and maybe there is inside, underneath.

The straight-stitch pieces can easily be removed- temporarlity. A feeling of change that is near.
And even with the long piece of fabric with the knots hidden inside, full of nothing, and something at the same time, waiting for something to come through. 




(to be turned inside out, stitching hidden)


(also time consuming, more representative of ideas about the telephone exchanges, confusing networks/webs connections, so more contradictory of the present nature of the building)







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