Patterns and pace

My gaze is downwards here. I watch my feet cross over intricate patterns - from subway safety treads worthy of a Herm├ęs tie to 1960's tiled floors with a mix of distinctly Japanese colors.

Modifying my Western stride to an Eastern shuffle, my pace begins to slow. It's not possible for me to blend in here, but slowing down is a nod to the different pace.

In the new studio, I have a hunch to layer and begin cutting out collected patterns. Reference points range, but repetition is key. After this time of careful watching, I am propelled to get to work - cutting out the intricate shapes and then placing one cut-out on top of another. The process becomes the focus - a back and forth, like the pulse of a poem. Repetition and rhythm, an unraveling and threading back together.

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cast iron ramp
wooden column

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cast iron ramp

wooden column

tiled floor
ginkgo leaves
storm drain

tiled floor

ginkgo leaves

storm drain

wooden roof
basket for silk worms
storm drain

wooden roof

basket for silk worms

storm drain

storm drain
roof tiles
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storm drain

roof tiles

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