ใฐ๏ธ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ดใฐ๏ธ ๐ผ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐๐จ๐ฉ, ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ (๐๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ), 1998, Copper wire, thread, metal thread, silk tafetta slip, linen, wood, glue, staples
16 ร 11 x 3/4 โ
Presented in ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ง๐ซ๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ in February 2026
Ever since I saw this work
@ruby_dakota.ny I was smitten and a little obsessed with ๐ผ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐๐จ๐ฉ. There is a diaristic quality to the rows and sections of hand-curved copper wire, lovingly couched in rows of various threads and held in windows of antique, foxing linen framed by a beautiful pink silk tafetta swath from a slip that had once belonged to ๐ผ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐โs mother who sewed elegant, dainty slips for herself.
One might see this progress of rings, these groupings arranged inside windows, each grouping similar yet slightly different than the one that came before and the one that comes after, as a kind of calendar, an abacus, a letter, a system onto itself, completely abstract but exuberantly expressing itself through the minutes that pass by shaping them into tiny imperfect objects. Time passes anyway, and the artist feels compelled to take timeโs impression and translate it into a physical thing.
I see: the passage of time, looking closely to discern your own patterns, living through loss, gain, learning new information, changing your mind, endeavoring to change your life and all this turmoil passes perhaps unnoticed by others, but the eternal rhythms that shape time; the sun, the moon, the hours, days, weeks that shape life are shared by us all.
shoutout
@bloatedatcostco for first feeling the need to show this magic
