wood had not been visited often, so walking through it was a journey
of discovery. I found the beautifully delicate skeleton holly and
sycamore leaves and loved the fragile structure left behind. The snail
shells and snake skin evoked loss and growth. A river borders the
wood and in the early morning a fine mist hangs as droplets on the
webs strung between the trees. The silver quilting threads running
up the dress refer to the webs, the blue on the hem to the river.
One morning in January I found the brightest red fungus cups spread
about the floor of the wood on moss and dead trees. Some are used
on the dress, I am not sure if they will last.
The dress is about the walks in this wood. Feathers, egg shells and
dead spiders were collected and quilted into the dress. I have been
studying Shaman's clothes at the Pitt Rivers museum in Oxford, the
dress seemed to be absorbing this influence, alluding to the notion
of witchcraft and maybe to the goddess Arachne who was changed into
a spider by Athena.