As
I became involved with books, I began to study their history and forms.
I discovered an ancient structure called the girdle book: prayer books
worn by medieval monks, lashed to their belts, their girdles, so their
prayers would always be at hand. I had a different vision.
My girdle books would contain new objects of devotion, new prayers, contemplations.
Girdles are binders, like notebooks, places to hold and keep stories, house ideas in structures that are used to push and mould the female figure into idealized and often unreal shapes.
My girdle books would contain new objects of devotion, new prayers, contemplations.
Girdles are binders, like notebooks, places to hold and keep stories, house ideas in structures that are used to push and mould the female figure into idealized and often unreal shapes.
Gloves and glove driers have formed another body of work that explores the hand as a most basic sign of human communication- a greeting, a warning, surrender and embrace are all communicated through hand gestures.
I use the language of clothing. Frozen and stiff, the garment becomes immobile, as if the wearer evaporated, leaving a only a shell. They become places, enclosures. Upon opening, the ghost of the missing person still remains in the echo of the garment's frozen shape.
What remains are fragments, small found objects and books nestled within. They are the distilled essence of the story, the one left behind by the "person" once living there.
New homes for stories I collect.
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