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Need is a Voice

Need is a Voice

Need is a Voice

©2006, threadwork and acrylic paint on dyed and layered fabric; 75" x 56"
Partial funding for the creation of this piece was provided by a grant from the Surface Design Association.

 

We are hooked together, the sinning
and the greedy; my sloth
commingles with your disorder; your
provincial entwines my lewd; my hungry slips
into your sad. Our storms decimate the same.
The eye alone at the rim is not afraid,
truth, a hot loud clatter in our heads, green
and nearly bursting; all it needs is a voice
and the bud of space to bloom.
Give your word, touch my edge,
what choice, what trouble,
peel back the skinny seal across my conscience
with what you cannot tolerate –
and what I cannot speak emerges.

We are vulnerable only
if we are one quiet finger
on the hand of deceit, weak
only if we are silent.

Outlook

Outlook

Yellow

Yellow

I find it quite fascinating that Lauren Camp
is able to handle the issues of physically large
pieces and the demands of work that beg you to be
in close contact. She understands detail, seeing
the whole from considerable distance and
the reward of coming close.

‘Flinch: A Study of Your Self’ is perhaps
the most inventive and dynamic work
that Lauren has pursued in the last 10 years.

Jane Sauer, Owner/Director
Jane Sauer Gallery

Outlook

Outlook

©2002, threadwork on layered and dyed cotton and silk, 37" x 45"
(based on a photo by Clare Bonser)

 

Eyes glance to the periphery,
equivocal, perplexed…

From here I am almost certain of today
– and of myself.

Yellow

 

Yellow

©2006, threadwork on dyed and layered cotton, 52" x 89"

 

It was like the world wasn’t spinning the way it had. There were no stars and I wasn’t happy. One day it became new and I couldn’t see how
it had been. I was too far away. I didn’t care about my world. I didn’t care about anything at all. I didn’t feel right. I cried often. I slept a lot
or not at all. Either way it didn’t matter. Time was nothing. Just a dense atmospheric thing I had to get through. I was trying to get across
to the other side where it was safer.