PORTFOLIO
Luscious silk. Rich deep colors. The intense hue of the wet dye lightens as it bleeds outward.
Once the silk is dry, hot molten wax covers those places where the color must stay. The next brilliant color floods across. Everything feels fluid - the silk, the dye, the hot wax.
It's as if I'm trying to catch water in my hands. My hope is that some essence remains.
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I Promised
to Remind You |
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And the Light
I Was Born With |
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Red Girl
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In The Blue |
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Everything Comes Down To This
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To Thine Own
Red Be True
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To Thine
Own Orange |
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She Has Burned Right Through Time |
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Hello Silence
My Old Friend
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Yesterday's Yes
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The Waiting Heart |
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What Thou Lovest Well Remains II |
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Womb Woman |
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All images © Salley Knight
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