That is how I feel about fabric. I am pleased as punch when I am surrounded by simple things that have a lot to say. Toilet Paper. My Grandpa's Glasses. Old Sweaters. Cups of Water. Shadows. (All these things represent timelessness, antiquity and sustainability.) There is beauty in the Handmade
Since the month of May I have been reconstructing and deconstructing old raggedy sweaters over and over. It gets annoying alot, making sewing mistakes, sewing up the seams, pulling out the seam. But I pick up that Godforsaken Needle and try again. To those who have been handpicked for this project: Your role is important and necessary. You are the purveyors of folkore. As role models, you will wear the clothes and be placed in an environment that speaks of the past (in a present sort of way). You will embody things within places that are suppose to be lost. For example, the Zapatista Movement, the Filipinos Struggle for Self-Determination and Democracy, the struggle for human rights and dignity; the Palestinians struggle for Equality, Peace, Land, Freedom. You will embody the Animal Spirits that watch over us and guide us. You will represent indigenous cultures on the brink of extinction. New deadline for this photog thingy. Sept 10th. I will have already sketched out the sets for the photoshoots by then. This project will also be in the Summer 2012 Zine I'm gleaning together as we speak. The Zine will also be called Wolf Moon and be devoted to lost or forgotten things and also found objects.
Ruminations are particularly profound when one begins to notice:
every piece plays a
unique role in the fabric of
humanity.
So until around September 10th, here is my pledge to ya'll readersp: you can count on me to be truthful and certifiable in giving honest-to-goodness scoop in two weeks. I will need to be taking your measurements and such before then.
Isulong,, ,,, ,,,The Awkward Pedestrian :)
