You tend to work with stitches now
The presence of the maker
For Marie Claire Gellings
The memory of 0ne’s mother, mirrored in the silhouette of my father
Draped into the shape of a cardboard box
Transformed in wall of garments carefully folded and fringed
An almost grey stitch draws the fixed folds of endless yarn
A swing, a pedant, a childhood memory, a freshly folded cupboard
Cut out and mounted, seemingly accurate
A screw on height, same as the button on a black shirt
In a white walled Gallery space
All in flux, there to be
Remade reworn and re-edited
Playing hide and seek
(The interaction wit hits audience)
For Float (Leon Moleveld)
Just lift the lock
It is nodding her Head upright
Bend that shovel backwards Bill
Can shopping trolleys actually spin the audio siren ?
The TV just got sacked by white noise
The orange bike messenger box ignores tins of energy drink
The steering wheel paddled the bike
A wrong turn, treasure hunt on a local street in Charlois
Unrevealed & unravelled
One grabs, his hand friendly to assemble