creep along the clothing rail the fabric of this little life (for Joanna Margaret Paul), 2023
Inkjet print on 300gsm card mounted on a recycled lightbox
620mm x 950mm
(After Jillian Dressing, 1976). It’s not nothing, I guess, is at the very heart of it. It’s the sanctuary of my bedroom as dew settles on my morning window. Draw the curtains on this silent stage: a mirror-glance at my dripping body/ morning radio/ weather forecast. Creep along the clothing rail the fabric of this little life. Gran’s scarf today, found soft at seventeen in Mum’s top drawer among her pearls and ribbons. Earrings now from Nana, quietly divided after the funeral among her weeping girls. Not Nothing is a passing glance when the door is shut, and the morning placed among my books and bus pass.
