The way fabric caressed her body before she removed her dress. The way it gathered as it fell from her frame and onto the floor. Memories of wet drapery that adorned the sculptures I had seen throughout my entire life. That which some, many may have never seen or cared to remember. Different backgrounds. Different addresses, different cultures, different experiences, different influences. Finding a commonality. The which union can be found even though individuals can be….cut from a different Cloth.
These are a few examples from this body of work constructed from canvas, foam, paint and resin.
She was more of a muse than she knew.