Wardrobe 2018

The barren terrain holds kernels of life awaitng regeneration. Rough clods. Like blankets, cover the sleeping seeds. Natural sheets envelop alive corpes on hold. Chucky, rough, corrugated materials. Knits resemble dry branches, tangled nests, frayed roots. The spirit of caducous, inconsistent, almost transparent leaves. Textures have finishes as wrinkled as dust, as intangibile as ash. The dull green of the mountains, the wet blue of a river bank, the dead land, the dull roots all make for waste atmospheres, foreboding rebirth.