Secret Stars, close up
rayon, cotton, origrami stars
I recieved these stars delicately packed into a jewelry box along with several tightly folded sheets of paper. The paper told a story of how my friend once knew girl who sparkled. Full of light and joy and good times. They bonded of things big and small. One day, my friend was invited to dinner with the girl's family. The family's discussions around the table evolved into racist and bigotted slurs and anecdotes that shocked my friend. The girl shrugged it off. Joined in. Made no protest.
I received the stars because my friend said she could no longer see the girl's sparkle and had no desire to hold on to these delicate pieces of the friend she thought she knew. I tucked them inside pockets as I created this fabric to both show and conceal the fun shapes and colors. To shroud their playfulness in somber color.