Red Thread needs work. And in just a few days we will roll up our sleeves and cut and reposition and shrink and intensify. Can’t wait!
When you leave a work suspended (in this case since December) and are seeing to the zillions of other things (is that your story too?) it can feel like the piece is a universe away. It’s almost like longing for a long-distance lover. There, I said it. It is being in love this wrestling we do with a piece.
Red Thread is particular because it is no one’s. Its genesis comes in the space between ALL of us, which makes it an unpredictable creature, like a child whose face is an amalgam of many parents. Can’t wait to see its final shape.
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