He seems nice. Embroidering a party on to a white cloth. How neat would this be if it was a story of his life – a large circus-like feast with friends and family to then be used as a table cloth for the same feasts which they depict. I love the freaks depicted on this tapestry – where did all of the freaks go? What happened to “let your freak flag fly”? This tapestry reminded me of a Tom Robbins book – “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” where there are magical accounts of traveling and random stranger acquaintances – the colourful stories quilted together are so wild and whimsical – embossing our childlike wonder between the pages – or in this case on a white cloth.
I do believe his art is an act of joy and love – however the process for the characters birthing ceremony seems (pun intended) like a painful one… Imagine being stitched to life one peach thread at a time – then your hair is woven through your scalp – pulled tight and presumably left taught forever. Until it frays I guess. Would the beginning of the fraying be welcome because there is a sense of release – a slack jaw, a loosened ponytail. When the fraying continues though – would fear set in – one side of your face unrecognizable – the pupil removed.
where rivers are born 