
My Dress
is
Formed.
My garment impartially hangs from its form.
Just look at that!
As I move the form from front to back, I can view the scripted piece as long as I want.
It started with a few pieces on one quarter. With all the necessary changes completed before mirroring that piece to the other side…
A snip here… Clip there…
…Now ready to hug the roundness of this motionless form.





Maybe this other piece, less constructed. Allowed to flow like a waterfall. Draped to excite the senses and to hide what we rather not reveal.
Pinning pleating and sewing to perfectly frame the masterpiece called…
YOU.

