Another found cloth piece is "A Letter to my Mother" by Jung Eun Park. I suppose one could sit and try to read it, but the reverse of the piece is displayed to the viewer, showing us the raw bleeding side of hanging threads. This allows the artist to go through the act of stitching a private letter, an imaginably cathartic experience, and preserve her privacy, yet still allow us to sense the emotional impact of the text. (Her blog is called red-colored!-- ok I'm probably the only one who would be so excited about how close that is to my own blogger name)Something about the red square... Susan Moss's "Aspects of Perfection in the Mundane" also intrigued me. The letters of text fit in the same space as the little red squares that grid the fabric, and so at first pass the text is hidden. But as we're humans closely attuned to pattern, something jars in the vision and notices the interruption in regularity- that's when the letters emerge. Note, this wall is incredibly packed with art- "salon" style if you get the pun... The most illegible was Richard Saja's "Great White Milky Way", a nearly floor to ceiling band of French knots. Perhaps this was the most legible- if you can read Braille, again, all depends on perspective. For the visually abled and Braille-illiterate, Saja had the full text posted next to his piece, a lament, a confession, an ode to his countless wasted unborn progeny. Symbolic little French knots....Click here for his explanation of the piece.
I'll have some more for you later.