The story begins. A dress was saved in a closet at my grandparents house. It was made for my Aunt for my mother's wedding to my father. A tangible memory. An artifact of a part of her life. It was worn in passion and saved for posterity. It is now the subject of this work.The conclusion of this piece was a loss of a life and a yard sale.
Gloves: The hand that fits the gloves / moving to another beginning