When you stop and look- I mean really look you will see the memories it holds, the sorrow it marks, the imagination it embellishes.
I was cleaning up my dirty studio in preparation for a studio visit by a premier Houston curator and a gallery owner/art historian. I picked up these two scraps that had broken off a bigger piece of wire and fallen to the floor. I pinned it to my wall to take a second look when I can take more time to listen. I snapped a few pictures before going home yesterday. And over coffee this morning I am entwined by the expression these two discarded pieces of wire cloth have. I am not sure the narrative, yet but in time I will figure it out.