"April, don't shed a thread... This was my grandmother's favorite proverb, which forced us children to put on sandals and shorts at the first rays of spring, so eager were we to run free and play."
"She was an embroiderer of trousseaux: colored initials on the linens of future brides and grooms. Beside her, the little girl I was played with these marvels, clumsily trying her hand at a few stitches. When I recently inherited her sewing box, the famous "worker's box," filled with threads of all kinds (multicolored cottons, but also humble wools and silks for darning socks), I felt the urge to rediscover the feminine gestures that had illuminated my childhood to enrich my ongoing collages.
The images supporting this series come from an old educational book about trees. I thus very intuitively developed the metaphor of roots and memory.
The titles, created by blacking out the captions of the original images, introduce a poetic resonance in the form of short, self-contained haikus."
Presentation and discussion about the exhibition: Friday, April 3 at 6:30 p.m.
