A loan never meant to be returned
       
     
A dress I wore for him
       
     
When you were away, I kept it to inhale your scent
       
     
The zipper broke, the lining ripped, and he passed away.
       
     
I wore them out walking the city with you
       
     
My mother couldn’t mend it
       
     
You never liked it anyway
       
     
A loan never meant to be returned
       
     
A loan never meant to be returned

Monotypes on Arches 88. All completed in 2014. 

I kept shirts, sweatpants, and jackets in order to re-experience past moments or sensations: the embrace of a parent, the comfort of a friend, the caress of a lover. Exploring the potential of clothing as a signifier for skin, I examine the wear and tear on my garments, alluding to the pain of a piece's history in the absence of a person.

A dress I wore for him
       
     
A dress I wore for him
When you were away, I kept it to inhale your scent
       
     
When you were away, I kept it to inhale your scent

 

  

 

 

The zipper broke, the lining ripped, and he passed away.
       
     
The zipper broke, the lining ripped, and he passed away.
I wore them out walking the city with you
       
     
I wore them out walking the city with you
My mother couldn’t mend it
       
     
My mother couldn’t mend it

 

 

You never liked it anyway
       
     
You never liked it anyway