REDTHREADFROMMYBEDTOTHEBUSSTOP

  

This piece records a moment in time. A walk from my bed to the bus stop. It is a portrait of a menial task, something which I do nearly every day. The original idea was created around 1977, in high school. I used to roam the school halls and imagine a red thread attached to my ankle. It followed me through out the building in long, yet invisible red loops that would cross, and tangle with other students red threads during the bell, then back to my single red thread, as I was constantly maneuvering hallways, instead of attending classes. Initially, the idea of the conceptual red thread started from the moment I walked into the building. In time, I would back up to the place of origin to the morning walk from my house. Then, farther back to the house I lived in before that house. Further and further back in time, until ultimately, from my mothers womb.

By beading the thread I am exhaling the task, and that moment in time to it's most poetic level. The thread is a simple poly blend and the beads are made of glass, pearls, sequins and some plastic. It was made in only two places; the bus, and on my bed. Though it appears precious, light, and easy, the work was tedious and grueling. The Tupperware bowl in which the beads were kept were refilled 5 different times, giving the strand a subtle variation throughout, as if I had given the strand it's own time line, a life line of it's own.