Andrew Goodman 2016 Flume (Blindside Gallery)

White sculptural mass that glances, calls, holds me in its folds. A regression in these hand-stitched entrances. Alone, I indulge. The sound seems connected, then disconnected. Then I don’t hear a thing. I return to my stitched-up bear, perhaps my mother’s womb.

Threading time (homage to all that hand-stitching)

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