I make shapes, using papier mache in its simplest form, and I create a space for them on a line. Their function is to remind us of our being connected: to each other; to the world; and to ourselves. They are a celebration of our unique rhythms, the cycles of our days and the changing seasons.
I enjoy the directness of the making process. Saved pieces of paper, chosen for their texture, colour or the words printed on them, are layered and shaped with water and glue, then pegged on a line to dry so that they bend and curve to their own form – or are held rigid with more pegs. It feels domestic.
Some lineage. My mother’s hands pegging laundry.
The artistry of hanging : a harnessing of space and shape, fitted to a line.
…from ‘On Clothes Lines’ by Stephanie Norgate.