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Volley (1)
Fabric, thread, cotton batting on wood stretcher bars
36" x 24" x .75"
by Amanda Milz
My work uses textiles as a means to physically embody memory. By creating forms based on memories, I both represent and transform those memories. My quilted pieces invite the viewer to imagine the sensation of touch and the feeling of light and movement. My raw-edge appliqué fabric compositions are quilted directly onto cotton batting and stretched on traditional canvas stretcher bars. The “Volley” series explores a memory of playing catch with a tennis ball at the beach with my son. The repetitive task of throwing the ball back and forth parallels the constant back-and-forth conversation between my son and myself; the lobbing of ideas, questions, thoughts, moments both mundane and deeply beautiful. We stood at the water’s edge, an ever-changing delineation between land and sea, reminding me of the way in which there is an ever-changing delineation between my son and myself, a boundary that shifts incrementally as we move and find where one of us ends and the other begins.
Volley (1)
Fabric, thread, cotton batting on wood stretcher bars
36" x 24" x .75"
by Amanda Milz
My work uses textiles as a means to physically embody memory. By creating forms based on memories, I both represent and transform those memories. My quilted pieces invite the viewer to imagine the sensation of touch and the feeling of light and movement. My raw-edge appliqué fabric compositions are quilted directly onto cotton batting and stretched on traditional canvas stretcher bars. The “Volley” series explores a memory of playing catch with a tennis ball at the beach with my son. The repetitive task of throwing the ball back and forth parallels the constant back-and-forth conversation between my son and myself; the lobbing of ideas, questions, thoughts, moments both mundane and deeply beautiful. We stood at the water’s edge, an ever-changing delineation between land and sea, reminding me of the way in which there is an ever-changing delineation between my son and myself, a boundary that shifts incrementally as we move and find where one of us ends and the other begins.