Fluid motion, lines connecting, breaking off from each other and moving into new territory. Each piece of silk has a title like a painting.
Each scarf a name, “Datura Blue River,” “Ruth’s Dream,” “Carnivorous Plant Vine”; inspired by vines, old rivers viewed from the sky and the tar lines used to fill in the cracks in the pavement. Beautiful marks remembered and captured with dye on silk. And then there is Brice Marden and his ink paintings with sticks. Are these a part of the collection of lines in my head?