Chateau de Coupiac, 1998
I sent out a request to friends to send me a “braid,” with no further explanation as to size, length, or material. I knew immediately who sent what: braided dough from a chef, twisted sticks from a woodworker neighbor, braided negatives from a photographer, springs and hands from a clock maker. Most people had included a note with their braid with some variation of “I’m not an artist, but . . .” It was clear to me that they all were, but didn’t know it. They just needed something to inspire them.
I took the hundred feet of braid that resulted from twisting the braids together, photocopied them, printed them on transparency sheets, and built a series of figurative lamps. The colorful images inside weren’t obvious until the lamps were lit.