Hold Hands Spring Tide

Hold Hands Spring Tide resists the latent archive. Cut bedsheets, clothing, pillowcases and other salvaged fabrics form an intimate substructure for the annals of respite and unrest. Predominantly stitched in red, textual and symbolic embroidery functions as a stabilizing gesture and chronicles turbulences, illnesses, joys, alignments, fears, dreams and memory. Closed, HHST is a coarse venture of potential. Open, and it advances, materially, negotiating time, language and bodiliness. How much can we invest, with honesty and accuracy? How can the body charge a substrate?

Suit-cased, cradled, packed, straightened, folded, wrinkled, HHST has remained a faithful and sanative logbook for over a year – moving with me domestically and during lengthy periods of hospitalization and travel. It seeks no resolution, but accommodates complicated mechanisms, supporting the incomplete, the fragmented, and the transient.

Outgoing as we so hold hands spring tide.