Interpreting the mood of my Grandmothers shawl; the folds, the lines, the purity of white. The use of the transparent silk with the layers of fading colours slowly thinning out to pure white.
There are three layers of silk organza; the first, a build up of little pockets of colour, trapped and muted by being covered by a second layer of silk, with its own over lay of pockets again, and a final layer with its steam pressed folds. I liken the folds of silk, trapped colours, building up and yet fading simultaneously, to how I feel about my memories of my grandmother. She and everything that surrounded her, captured in photos, and scents, and more than anything colours.. colours brightening, colours fading. Just like she did eventually...fade away.
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