September 2009:  I took this photo with Joel’s automatic camera: view from the highway turn-out, The Kneeling Nun Mountain at Chino (Chinaman) Mine, southern New Mexico. A sight both amazing and devastating. One of the world’s largest copper mines. The scratches across the image are power lines in the foreground, recalling to mind marks in a copper intaglio printing plate. The date in florescent orange numbers becomes part of the recorded image; we have gotten used to seeing these elements as integral to our visual experience.

Kneeling Nun at Chino Mine, NM. Margaret Sunday. photo. 2009

 

The image I wove, finished in the Spring of 2016.

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I hoped to convey the awe of this site and the awful…  the panoramic scale of its disruption, the palette of acids flowing in the water at the base of the mountain and into the desert air—looking beautiful. I wove dyed fibers to make this picture, this picture which is also an object—an object of delicacy, of intimate and sensitive size, of hand and eye. It is perishable like the world as it was, before mining began eating away at this landmark, like the town twice crushed when the mountain collapsed, like the view with a name that remains of an image we do not see, like the thing we believe today.         —MLS

 

2015: penelope dissembling in frackutopia

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this is about the right hand piece of a self-portrait, a tapestry undertaken in response to lively discourse about Selfies on the American Tapestry Alliance member’s list, ATA-talk, back in January 2014.  it is my 2nd Selfie/self-portrait tapestry.

about 40″ wide, the design is developing downward as a strip weaving, which will ultimately include 5 or 6, 8″- 12″ high  joined horizontal strips, plus this shaped hand.  My working title is “Fracked Selfie: Penelope  Unravels”.  The idea evolves from an intersection of concerns: my own physiognomy in middle-age; the rage and current of deep-shale fracking that quakes the earth under my town, and weaving, which is a metaphor for both, through its surface sensitivity (like skin) and its structures, which are inherently responsive to our assumptions about the stability of matrixes.   

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this is a chest-shot, from the 2nd strip from the top, with drawing.

HPIM1680 •  I drew my right hand with my right hand, and  seeing it taped onto my weaving, I thought I’d try weaving a hand on a shaped cardboard loom—like overlaying thin cut-out copper plates on my larger ‘key’, or matrix intaglio plates in printmaking.  Near completion, the “woven loom” actually looks like a collograph print plate.  I find I like working around the edges of this firm, but pliant shape, honing the warps that loop around its 1/8″ tabs into a binding, working  many thread weights against the contours articulating bones, tendons, muscle pads—the tender resilience of my materials. mimicking the body part itself.              

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some of  these images look like anatomical drawings—for suturing practice.  —mls

See http://selfiesonslow.wordpress.com —artists’ galleries/ margaret sunday— for updated photos of this tapestry in progress.