Monday, February 22, 2010
I collect the hair patties from my shower drain.
I am obsessed with these bits of myself, sloughed off while bathing. I watch them as they are caught in tiny spiraling whirlpools, and then, eventually come to rest over the dome of the drain creating miniature arbitrary weavings.
I find these residual traces endlessly fascinating.
They are delicate. Like lace that my body manufactures in collaboration with gravity and my drain.
These sizable deposits tend to evoke repulsion in most everyone else who encounters them.
For the past two years I have been gilding them; freezing the incidental compositions
beneath layers rabbit skin glue, clay bole and 24 kt gold leaf, and then stitching them together to form a golden tapestry.