Exquisite Bind 2006-2011 (click thumbnail for larger image)
The beginning of a work is the act of wrapping a part of my body. I plan to wrap one part at a time—left arm, belly, right knee and shin, etc.—slowly covering my body from head to toe, nose to ankles. One summer I wrapped a woman in pink thread. I took pictures. She couldn’t stay wrapped too long because her circulation was constricted because of the thread, and she couldn’t move. I took the ritualistic aspect of wrapping the body, but I took it out of the realm of the sexual and made it weirdly examinatory. Well, it was female or feminine: thread—women sew, pink—girly color, female body to wrap, but not sexual. (I wrapped other things too—trees, leaves, canvases.) The act of wrapping is incredibly satisfying. The obsession, the repetition, the banality. Just simple accumulation.
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