daily routines become an integral part of our lives; so much that sometimes, we take them for granted. when i left for college in 2001, my grandmother, rose, and i began corresponding through letter writing. i have stacks and piles of letters, postcards and envelopes, from her, containing all of my various addresses since leaving
home.
when my grandmother died in october of 2006, i was left with incredible feelings of loss and emptiness. the cease of our letter correspondence affected me more than i could have imagined, eventually inspiring this project. i hand made envelopes, and sent them to her final address. they were empty vessels, allowing the continuation of daily practice, acting as stand-ins for our familiar correspondence.
the envelopes all eventually made it back to me, newly decorated with various foreign marks made by postal workers and machines. i find these marks to be one of the most beautiful and compelling aspects of the work, as their hasty, sharp nature, juxtaposed on the delicate surface of the handmade envelopes, acts as a metaphor for life and our role as individuals.
the envelopes are emblematic of everyday elements of control and chance.
i find these works by artist amelia bauer extremely compelling. more can be found here. in these pieces, she's using traditional, decorative arts such as needle point and lace to depict explosive scenes from hollywood films. i am most drawn to the metaphor created through the juxtaposition of violent cinematic scenes, painstakingly depicted in needlepoint onto pillows.
my internet has been down all day, for unknown reasons, and just as it dropped off the map, it has re-found its path and started working again for no apparent reason.
i just completed this embroidery last night. it is part of a new series of embroideries on paper drawn directly from my family photographs.
daily routines become an integral part of our lives; so much that sometimes, we take them for granted. when i left for college in 2001, my grandmother, rose, and i began corresponding through letter writing. i have stacks and piles of letters, postcards and envelopes, from her, containing all of my various addresses since leaving home.
i adore the work of robyn love. more can be found here.
frames or not, i needed to put these up to help make our apartment start feeling more like home.
some new installation work.
tonight i found this photograph that i shot a few years ago.
i adore the work of maissa toulet.
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