A series of maps and original poems stitched into Maid of the Mist ponchos and displayed as loose-leaf pages, there is water enough to dream an architecture of erosion embroiders a poetics of relation into reutilized refuse from tourism’s excesses. This work pulls apart, reconfigures, layers and overlaps the constitutive elements of the Niagara region and makes tangible the subjective nature of the artist’s relation to territory.
Plastic and thread, dimensions variable. 2019