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2017
weft ikat, cotton, bamboo, acrylic
56 x 42 inchesWeaving and writing share structural similarities that govern our approach to a flat surface. Top to bottom, left to right—this is the path we follow on a page. It is not a universal choreography, however. Some cultures read right to left. The letters of the ancient Greek alphabet were reversible, so the eye travelled both directions, turning back at the end of each line or “as the ox plows.” At the dawn of literacy in Greece, oral traditions were alphabetically preserved in a continuous string of text that wound back and forth, like the decorative threads of Penelope’s loom. This piece is a love poem to the alphabet, to the visual structure of language. Poetry reimagines the rules. An index is a kind of poem.
2017
weft ikat, cotton, bamboo, acrylic
56 x 42 inchesWeaving and writing share structural similarities that govern our approach to a flat surface. Top to bottom, left to right—this is the path we follow on a page. It is not a universal choreography, however. Some cultures read right to left. The letters of the ancient Greek alphabet were reversible, so the eye travelled both directions, turning back at the end of each line or “as the ox plows.” At the dawn of literacy in Greece, oral traditions were alphabetically preserved in a continuous string of text that wound back and forth, like the decorative threads of Penelope’s loom. This piece is a love poem to the alphabet, to the visual structure of language. Poetry reimagines the rules. An index is a kind of poem.