Behind the Screens
Sometimes when you find yourself roaming through unfamiliar territories, you have to ask yourself, “How did I get here?” As I sat in studio 3 of the Hyde Park Art Center pulling giant staples out of an old wooden silk screen frame with a flat head screw driver and a pair of needle nosed pliers, I asked myself that very question. How did I get here? And the only reply I could offer myself was the Art of Poetic Skin.