I always have a project so I can procrastinate the project I'm working on. Last week, instead of finishing the neighborhood of HOUSEWORK, I had the urge to make felt, which led me to these collages.
My working title, the title of a poem I wrote last summer is "The Back Side of Make," which was something of a kaleidoscope or collage itself. But, in reality, these demanded the following titles.
My working title, the title of a poem I wrote last summer is "The Back Side of Make," which was something of a kaleidoscope or collage itself. But, in reality, these demanded the following titles.
Water Bill
River Bill
Rain Bill
Some of the imagery is playing off of a quilt I'm working on called Pipeline, part of a body of work I have in mind called Water & Power. Some of the scraps are from cloth I printed for the HOUSEWORK project.
What's going on here: wet felted white wool with black or red in-between the layers; needlefelting from the front; needlefelting from the back; sewing machine stitching; hand stitching; original printed fabric (my design) from the front and from the back; clear vinyl; needlepoint mesh; sticks picked up on my street. Security-lined business envelope reference with abstract cancellation marks; thinking about water in the context of billing or owing. Zoom in to read the texts.
Last summer's poem:
The Back Side of Make
this see-through piece
of paper held with tape, its
four letters seen by window light
formed by opening a mouth,
a pencil box, typewriter case,
a dusty cutout of a woman, seated,
bent over something frayed and
silky, a tangled silver thread of hair
eyeing the needle on the table
pointing to fingers
glued in place
her face
turned over, it’s mirrored,
translucent, no longer human
save the shape
I just want a word with you,
its meaning clearly made.
this see-through piece
of paper held with tape, its
four letters seen by window light
formed by opening a mouth,
a pencil box, typewriter case,
a dusty cutout of a woman, seated,
bent over something frayed and
silky, a tangled silver thread of hair
eyeing the needle on the table
pointing to fingers
glued in place
her face
turned over, it’s mirrored,
translucent, no longer human
save the shape
I just want a word with you,
its meaning clearly made.
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