john handy -installation view- (dye, caps, fabric 30.5 X 30.5 X 12.5 cm, 2011)

russ times -installation view- (dye, caps, fabric 30.5 X 30.5 X 12.5 cm, 2011)

sterling (acrylic on canvas, 127 X 161.3 cm, 2014)

a little, a little, a little, a more -installation view- (2014)

isatis tinctoria (caps, fabric, dye, 2014)

Mauveine (caps, fabric, dye, 2014)

schoenleinstrasse 2 (caps, fabric, dye, 2015)

schoenleinstrasse 1 (caps, fabric, dye, 2015)

There are daubs imbued upon my shirts. Even my finest apparel could be betrayed with untidy blots. I found the best suit I had worn to a wedding with ink stippling upon the sleeve; I blame a fellow wedding guest dancing in circles with pen in hand inadvertently rubbing along the elbow of this jacket. These tinges are not the muck from toil like that of a mechanic’s cover-alls. Usually, it is far more mundane smattering, of an incidental sort. The mottled splotches in the fiber of my garments are likely often mishaps of overzealously ingesting
black beans in which the legume sauce spills over. I suggest a proposition that the first use of dyes came from such enthusiastic eating; it is likely the first dye was developed when a swiftly consumed dish full of steaming hot salted tomato paste overflowed, sullying a fine vestment.
Someone might have responded “that red looks good on you”.