New Art:
WRAPPED

90cmx60cm - oil paint, acrylic paint, fabric, and yarn on canvas- January 2025

I can’t separate working with fiber and textile from images of the past year. And although I’m ready to go back to work in the studio, I feel the need to mark, in visual terms, the many months that have passed where our feeds were filled with photographs of funerary shrouds, sometimes lined up in absurd and unimaginable numbers - some of them impossibly, excruciatingly tiny.

People have been wrapping their dead in fabric for centuries. Across beliefs and cultures, burial shrouds stem from a human need to purify, to protect, to contain what we are surrendering to the great unknown. And while the living cloak themselves in fabric for warmth, for safety, for cover, and for solace, they use the soft swaddle of cloth to comfort them through grief when they are parting with loved ones.

This painting is the first of a series about life and death. About hope and fear; about wrapped women - literally shrouded in layers of fabric, and figuratively wrapped inside the layers of their own existence.