Sunday, June 26, 2011

San Francisco

Here are some photographs of a suitcase I created based on a story from my childhood my mother just recently told to me. It involves her kidnapping me from my biological father and my grandmother Nancy flying us to San Francisco (where we lived for a short time).

It is all hand sewn with found fabric (mostly clothing), yarn, and buttons. It is made from a yellow suitcase that I inherited from my grandmother Paula after she passed away in 2008. Also, a cool feature is you can close the entire thing up in the suitcase, zip it up, and travel. Everything pops up out of it when you open it, too. I have been feeling quite whimsical lately.

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