A series of 39 single and double-layered gelatin silver films recording the shadows of muslin (cotton) fabric without a camera. Each film and film sandwich is encapsulated in a Mylar envelope inscribed with a laser-engraved number. Displayed backlit. Unique objects.
Cloth girds us materially and sutures the social tissue binding us together. Cloth-related tropes permeate our language and thought, from the stringing of ideas and the emperor who has no clothes, to the world-wide-web. But the textile industry (the global economic mantle of yarn) is tearing at our biosphere’s fabric. Twisted, stretched, rolled, folded and ripped, the muslin (cotton) cloth seen here casts shadows redolent of topographic grid models, laminar flows and atmospheric vortices, modernist abstraction, strange creatures, fur, veils, phantoms and death shrouds. Metaphors for the tragedy of an unraveling world and entanglements we are yet to unpick.