August 17th, 2015

"Fragmentation as infinite energy of possibility: a fragment will mirror our desire for unity; its nature, both proposing and denying wholeness, can never be fully grasped or exhausted". 

During my stay in a secluded cottage in Cornwall, I’d go out in the isolated landscape and paint fragments of the night. Once back in the studio, I cut into pieces old linen pillowcases, handed down by my grandmother to my mother and ultimately to me. Working with local embroiderers, I sewed the linen squares together, and then stitched my Cornish night paintings to the fragments. They fold and unfold like bed sheets, slowly revealing within them traces left behind by three generations of women.