Phil stopped into the studio to chat, as he does, and when we got to the art part he talked about some drawing work he's doing for a new painting. Mike mentioned the prints he's been painting over, and a color-mixing experiment another painter from down the hall shared with us — then I gestured toward the dress form and announced: "I am abusing the concept of ruffles."
Phil blurts — "You're abusing the concept of everything!" He waves his arm to include Mike. "That's what you do! Both of you." I do not protest.
I'm exploring ruffles as yet another sculpting opportunity. They're an easy way to exponentially increase and decrease volume so of course I want to exhaust every possibility of how that works. I'm ignoring (or at least remaining ambivalent to) any notion of ruffles having implications of femininity. I don't want to embrace that or be in defiance of it. I'm a staunch third wave post-feminine-ruffler. Quite frankly I'm more intrigued by how I can make seed pod shapes that conveniently double as clothes.
