Fragments of Place is a personal
reflection of my temporal existence:
Leaves collected from places which hold
special importance in my life
woven in a tapestry of place.
The main collection of leaves comes from
my husband’s childhood home
a place that has become home to me and
my children
as we have become part of his life, his family.
Leaves from the town where we were
married
where we grew up as college students
where I found employment years later.
These were inserted in to the fabric
woven together with grass from our
current residence.
This place is the only place my children
know as home.
Blades of grass are used to construct
the tapestry
not entirely visible
building its internal structure.
The tapestry of leaves gradates in color
fresh green morphs into red
red fades to black.
It was carefully placed
propped gently against two crossing
vines
draping down to carpet the earth in a
park where I used to play as a child.
Rich, black, soil, excavated from the
site flows around the black leaves anchoring it to the ground.
From this soil leaves which had been
collected and pressed
radiate in a colorful gradation
then fade to black.
The unity
of materials will quickly dry
decay
turn to
dust
in the way
I have left my own dust in each of these places
and traces
of dust from each place has stayed with me.
This journey
began as separation
analysis
of the soil dug from the place of childhood play.
Bits of
decaying leaves, roots, seeds, shells
were
isolated in individual, pristine, housings.
Separated
parts were reunited with their home
photographed
in their new pristine housing
on the
contrasting backdrop of the soil from which it was removed.
Fragments of Place is a personal
reflection of my temporal existence:
Leaves collected from places which hold
special importance in my life
woven in a tapestry of place.
The main collection of leaves comes from
my husband’s childhood home
a place that has become home to me and
my children
as we have become part of his life, his family.
Leaves from the town where we were
married
where we grew up as college students
where I found employment years later.
These were inserted in to the fabric
woven together with grass from our
current residence.
This place is the only place my children
know as home.
Blades of grass are used to construct
the tapestry
not entirely visible
building its internal structure.
The tapestry of leaves gradates in color
fresh green morphs into red
red fades to black.
It was carefully placed
propped gently against two crossing
vines
draping down to carpet the earth in a
park where I used to play as a child.
Rich, black, soil, excavated from the
site flows around the black leaves anchoring it to the ground.
From this soil leaves which had been
collected and pressed
radiate in a colorful gradation
then fade to black.
The unity
of materials will quickly dry
decay
turn to
dust
in the way
I have left my own dust in each of these places
and traces
of dust from each place has stayed with me.
This journey
began as separation
analysis
of the soil dug from the place of childhood play.
Bits of
decaying leaves, roots, seeds, shells
were
isolated in individual, pristine, housings.
Separated
parts were reunited with their home
photographed
in their new pristine housing
on the
contrasting backdrop of the soil from which it was removed.