drop-cloth, paint, dye, horse hair, nylon, cotton
23" x 23"
I see shapes everywhere: every dirt, spill, cloud, resembles of something and finally I have decided to tell one of such stories. This particular piece of cloth filled with marks as an old scrap of text in forgotten language accompanied by barely visible illustrations. One of them is a boy holding a stick, ready to draw something, (hi is) himself made of charcoal-like line... maybe one would see in the center a handsome hound-dog composed of strange letters... well, we all learn different stories while reading the same one, don't we?Home