ABOUT:
This is the story of how I was made.
A friend needed housing, with another they stayed
The friend who they stayed with asked for a hand
To conjure a garment that expands over land
In the brink of dawn they forage sticks for the base
Just kidding, that’s a lie - they fully went to Homebase
This part is also a lie, the sticks were soaked prior
Sorry my head, so busy with worry, I’m never this much of a liar
The two mates arrived in the studio every day,
To bend rip and snip their worries away
The first day went great, the architects prevailed
The following they trudged in only to make a build that had failed
With confidence of men they were surely humbled
Over beer and bed they pondered where they stumbled
More sticks were gathered
to make a hefty stack
And together in unison they mumbled “we’re sooo back”
So hunky and massive
on me they slunk
A cloak shockingly heavy, my feet nearly sunk
To my surprise I stood tall, feeling empowered and bold
Large and tent like with much space to behold
The two sat inside me
clinking a beer
Proud of their achievement
as true engineers
I towered above them, sharing care from within
In a tainted building I open my door n’ whisper, come all,
get in.
Come all, get in.
MATERIALS:
Digitally printed cotton canvas made from a collaborative oil pastel drawing, polyester thread, polycotton from a fabric sale, icelandic wool yarns with foraged bil + bog + crow brries, various other berries, assorted grasses + cones, synthetic textile scraps from the Textiles APA @ Goldsmiths, willow, assorted twine, wool felt and polyester organza
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DAY 2: