This white dress I wore at my communion. Now it is 30 years old and has still a spot of coffee on the right sleeve. My mother sewed it for me and that is the reason why I cherish it. It´s one of the links to the good times of my childhood.
It also reminds me of all the creative women before me, which took the time doing things by hand. Knitting, crocheting, drawing, painting furniture, embroidering, or recyling materials to make something beautiful out of it. Especially my grandmother - having lost everything in the war - found a use in even the oldest and oddest materials and still created something from almost nothing. I remember her making carpets out of old clothes, she collected. She cutted them into straps and tied them into soft and colorful floor clothes.
Makes me think of an art work from Janine Antoni
"I asked my friends to give me materials to put into the rope. A lot of people gave me materials from friends who had passed away. Giving them to me to put into the rope is like giving them another life, another form. I wonder whether the viewer can uncover these stories through their experience of the object, whether these stories are somehow held in the material.” — Janine AntoniJanine Antoni, "Moor" - Detail, 2001; Handmade rope made by materials donated to the artist by friends and family, 290 feet