It was slow but meditative work, I was creating a kind of organic lacework, muscle-fibre-nests. Bodily patterns, the perceived simultaneous fragility and strength - it tore apart easily, but I could always sew it together again, and it could handle brutal treatment and moving from place to place.
(Since then I have taken up residence in the sculpture. It provides protection, like a tent, and I've never worked as well as I do when I'm inside it.)
Fall of 2013.
Acrylic, String, Paper. Variable dimensions.