⑊⑊ stitch in time

yesterday, for the first time,

I visited a prestigious address:

in search of intricate hand stitched finery:

not a suit or shirt:

but fabric works by Louise Bourgeois:

cut, re-sewn, constructed pieces

made from hoarded linens:

woven strips and stripes:

silks and voiles of muted colour:

geometric forms made soft:

spiders web or parachute:

her parents restored tapestries for a living:

a childhood surrounded in fabric:

peaux de lapins, chiffons ferrailles a vendre:

suspended ghostly forms:

incarcerated fabric made flesh:

conscious and unconscious:

two pieces linked by needle and thread:

fear of separation:

domicile and maternal links:

alas I could not photograph my favourite pieces:

buttons sewn in patterns and grids:

on vintage cottons:

they reminded me of my own childhood:

sorting and organising the coloured discs

into piles and patterns:

a superb show of later works by a brilliantly prolific artist:

she is missed already:

and yes there is a spider:

{images from Hauser + Wirth as the gallery wouldn't let me take 

any photos *sans flash*

there were too many eyes watching me watching art which made 

my viewing quite uncomfortable: 

no hand outs and an echoing space made resonant by some loud

bloke trying to sort out their pc on the desk:  

I wasn't the only one complaining!}