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Until Death Do Us Part Patricia Iglesias / Chile
Breastplate "Shukaku", 2020 Jute cord, cotton, linen and jute threads, acrylic wool, scraps of textile material, rubbish bags, leather, non-woven fabric, copper thread. Crochet weaving, Káweskar and Yagán basket weaving, sewing buttonhole stitch and embroidery.
Necklace "Aiken”, 2020 Hemp and jute cord, flat cotton cord, cotton, jute and linen threads, burlap fabric scraps, copper and steel needle. Crochet weaving, Kawéskar and Yagán basket weaving, eyelet stitch, hand dyeing, hammering, fire patina and metal bending.
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Brooch, "Chorlito" (Plover), 2020 Hemp and jute cord, flat cotton cord, cotton, jute and linen threads, burlap fabric scraps, copper and steel needle. Crochet weaving, Kawéskar and Yagán basket weaving, eyelet stitch, hand dyeing, hammering, fire patina and metal bending.
Patricia Iglesias / Chile Trying to imagine what fear looks like, I muddle, I squeeze, sometimes I suck the material, squeezing and forcing it. I want to unveil my fears, to know their truths and not hide them from myself, they say that in order to let go you have to know what you are holding on to. In the making of this piece I ask myself what are the limits of fear. Fear of the death of loved ones, fear that the death of my loved ones will separate us. I knit, link and stitch; protecting, repairing and rebuilding. While I weave I connect with my surroundings and the place I inhabit, I use materials that refer to remote times and ancestral cultures, those that travelled and inhabited the territory of South America with their own patterns. I do it slowly, as if I were not in this time, as if I were in a different time; point by point, stitch after stitch, I build spaces, bridges, connections and voids, like instants and pieces of history that we have yet to intertwine, as a metaphor for the evanescent.
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Until Death Do Us Part Yao Tan / France - China
Broche “Parasitic l”, 2021
Neckpiece “Memorial”, 2020
Neckpiece “Stubble”, 2021
Copper, steel
Porcelaine, copper, bronze, nacre, seed
Copper
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"……for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and cherish, until death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and there to I plight thee my troth." This sentence reminds me of love, the vows of men and women at weddings. I have been in a long-distance relationship for a long time. It is a kind of love during this period of COVID. The epidemic caused us not to meet in two years, which let us experience the helplessness of being separated. I think about the origin of that strong vow between lovers? From the memory of the body? Comes from the determination to be together? Does it come from a moment of desire？ After the oath is broken, what is left? Remaining memories of a certain moment, such as the touch of a man's beard, a woman's orgasm, or some nightmares?