I don’t know what that long, lined piece of fabric is for. But clotheslines like this, that only have women’s clothes, always make me feel I’d like to invite them to something...
Clothes are an intermittent spectator of the daily race of cars coming and going along a circuit that is not officially approved but is regulated. A weird circuit with no known starting or finish lines. Just a coming and going, continuous, cyclical, endless. Like a sentence....
A clothesline helps you find your bearings in space and in life. It always tells you where the wind is coming from. If you have a clothesline, you know where you are....
They aren’t drying. They are seeking the sun, seeking light. These delicate clothes rarely see the sun. From the darkness of the drawer, we bring them into our own private, dim space. Clung to us, they barely catch a ray of sun when hung out to...