9 feet width x 10 feet height
wool felt, cotton rope, vine, and pigment
I believe that silence takes shape and form.
Is silence an absence or a presence?
Is it a positive space or a negative space?
Silence is still and yet it can be the loudest sound of all.
It can center us on the present and it can also take us far away from it.
The most intense yearning or mourning can happen during this most mysterious of the untouchable.
Is silence calming or does it inspire unease?
Is it nothing or something?
Empty or full?
If I were to create a work about silence should it be a blank wall or full of texture?