...this is what it sounds like when doves cry

--On left, a Petah Coyne piece

This was a Jacquard loom project that went a little awry. I was using plastic bags as my weft. I used a heat gun to manipulate the weave, to bulge it and break it.

I went into this second hand store once that displayed its wedding dresses by hanging them from the ceiling. It was eerie, like some congegration of jilted brides hovering and floating above my head. It got me thinking about hope chests that were never emptied, lockets never filled, unrequited love etc. So I made this piece. It's definitely pathetic and sad, I can say I channeled those energies just fine.

I think I was looking at Petah Coyne too much. It just looks like a cheap imitation to me anymore. I want to call it This Is What It Sounds Like, When Doves Cry...

coffee nap'in

I constructed bedsheets and pillow covers from 100+ coffee napkins that another student had screenprinted on (the "ink" was actually coffee). I noticed the pattern he had printed looked especially nice in repeat, so here it is. Above is the original stack that I was handed, and the bed installed in the critique space (thanks to Jeff for the two dreamy photos above -- I stole 'em off facebook!).

corpus delecti

Another Jacquard project. I was weaving crime photos taken from police archives -- mainly the NYPD archives. All the photos are from the early 1910s. Many of the victims are nameless; in the case of the NYPD archives the photos were stashed in a file under a staircase. I think it was in the '80s when they went through their archives and literally threw a number of these photos away (into the river, I believe). A stash of them survived. This is my sort of tribute, memento mori to them. I did a lot of embroidering and mending on the pieces when I took them off the loom. They're in shadow boxes

The second weaving was based on this photo

This was the photo used for the first weaving