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The nice thing about a pile of scraps is that you keep finding little pieces of self that you forgot about. And you get to give them another chance.
Cloth is like self.
Posted on September 10, 2012 in 21st century rags, artist statement, Becoming more, ceremony, Cloth is like self, design mending, Findings, identity, little things, mending, old cloth, remembering, self discovery, self portrait, usefulness, wings | Permalink