UNSPINNING

Solo exhibition at CBS Gallery, Liverpool.

June 2022


It all started with 4 silk cocoons. Before I realized it, they had become 4 threads. But I was wrong, they were 4 strings. 4 cello strings. 


LA, RE, SOL, DO


Unpinning out of the cocoons, taut across the room, the 4 silk lines awaited. 


For what?


Maybe for a weavers shuttle to turn their solitary silk paths into textile, back and forth, a giant loom. 

Maybe for a cellist’s bow to play them into song, back and forth, each line a note. 


I started researching silkworms 3 years ago, but I had to leave them behind after the pandemic. When I revisited them this year, something funny had happened: time had tangled them with the 36 stitches of my knee surgery and the 4 strings of my childhood cello. This made no sense, these were separate stories, different characters, different worlds, with no consequential trails crossing between them. I’m not sure why, but I let them stay stuck together and listened into their conversation. 

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