At present I
find excitement in adapting old bits of wood, metal and plastic to form
armatures for the second hand textiles I have been working with and re working
with for the past year.
The process
of accumulating, getting to know and taking apart material, which has been
wilfully handed to me, is a privilege. I have respect for these materials, for
where they have come from, where they might go, What memories they hold for me
and how in some way I might be able to make them intriguing and exciting for
others.
The materials
hold on to the affiliations of human existence which, in one way or another,
relates to us all. To our need and want for things which we have at our finger
tips but out rightly disrespect.
I question
why I want to make these forms in this way. And what have I made? once I’ve
made something. And I struggle to determine if this is useful and should it
be? But I’ve never turned my back on
this ongoing fight with figuring it out.
Photographs courtesy of Paul Marshall
