I'm in a very intimate space today - my living room. Enjoying the early morning with my boyfriend and dogs while I'm working. Its a very different process than making the vagina sculptures.
I am inspired from a visit to the Japanese Pavillion at the Venice Biennale in 2015. Chiharu Shiota's epic installation of infinitely entangled red yarn filled me with a warm glow. What an incredibly difficult installation. It was beautiful and surreal.
As I take on the Forest of Vaginas I am at once daunted. Freaked out. Thrilled. Moved.
The process is technical. Labor intensive. I informally loop and weave yarn continuously onto the structure. Always coming up and down from my step stool. Once a large portion of the structure has been looped and weaved I take my shears and give it a haircut. Pull. Loop. Weave. Tie. Pull. Loop. Weave. Tie. Cut. Cut Cut. Repeat!
The Vagina sculptures are derived from feeling. Emotion. Intuition. Of course there is a repetition in the vagina process because I have to dip and fold each wrapper. But then once they are dry I can move onto the fun part of painting. That's when each vagina's personality blooms.
The Forest has a technical formality, too, it but I gives me a sense of Zen. The work becomes mindless and peaceful once I'm in the flow and understand it.
But I don't like to keep my process rules strict. Sometimes I just have to go with the scratchy instinct.