Everything that isn’t a drawing. Rolled paper, torn paper, foil, and whatever else an idea turns out to need — usually doing something it was absolutely not designed to do.
Hundreds of hand-rolled paper coils, placed over many quiet evenings, to spell the least quiet word available. The tension between the technique and the text is the whole piece.
Reds and pinks for the word, a snowdrift of white quilling around it, the lot set into a gilded shadow-box.
Lift the lid and the piece has a second life: a quilled Chicago flag laid into the inside cover, floating over a bed of hundreds of loose colour coils. A private reveal, just for whoever owns it.
The quilling habit is getting out of hand, in the best way. New pieces land here first — the mailing list hears about them before anyone else.
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