Today my friend Morgan let me trace her scars so that I could try embroidering their shapes into fabric later. I thought about that word-- trace-- and how these subtle marks were traces of an experience Morgan sustained as a kid that exist today only in her memory and her articulation of it. Skin, like the fabric of our clothes, tells the stories of how we use it with its warp, wear, stains and fade.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
traces
Today my friend Morgan let me trace her scars so that I could try embroidering their shapes into fabric later. I thought about that word-- trace-- and how these subtle marks were traces of an experience Morgan sustained as a kid that exist today only in her memory and her articulation of it. Skin, like the fabric of our clothes, tells the stories of how we use it with its warp, wear, stains and fade.
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