My art has always helped me uncover faded artifacts; objects left over from a time that lives only in equally faded memory. I remember my father’s New York garment district samples cluttering our small apartment, musty corners and boxes that housed previous years sample rejects; some manufacture errors of sewn up button holes, missing zippers, bottomless pockets and dyed to match sets from different dye lots. Memories of touching textures and shifting fabrics un-encumbered by form, whisper to me of a past obscured by time, but not forgotten. A limp wedding gown defines a journey through marriage while faded folds of an out of date prom dress echoes an empty nest. Now a carefully folded handkerchief sits in the pocket of a suit jacket and when removed reveals creased lines like a map of a route already walked. These frayed images, some like preserved relics bear the marks of my heritage as I continue to use clothing in my art.
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