Auction #18: Let Down Your Hair

November 18th, 2009

The Wildness Inside by Erica OlsonThe Wildness Inside
by Erica Olson

Hair fall made from purple heartwood, handspun wool yarn, ribbon, beads, and multimedia found objects.

Based On:
“The Marriage” by Nin Andrews

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Originally, I’d planned (and started!) a much different sort of piece, a sort of layered collage. It kept not wanting to go in the direction I had for it, so I finally realized that the image I had in my head was not going to come out just yet, if ever. Instead, I thought about the visceral images in the story, the bits and phrases that kept sticking with me. I kept thinking of how the woman in the story was introduced—earthy and organic, intoxicating in her wildness, in her refusal to be bound by convention. She struck me as strong and independent, fierce and primal, trying to pass for normal but unable to hide the truth of herself. I think a lot of women are like that.

It also made me think about strong women who sabotage themselves one way or another, how we will often give up innate parts of ourselves to make our partners happy, how we suppress our more feral sides to make our lives run smoother. I wanted to create a piece that would allow someone to tap into that wildness inside, to channel it into coming out . . . just a little bit.

Erica Olson

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A Taste Of Interfictions 2
“After the children are asleep, she goes to her room and sees the dress of gold laid out on her bed, unzipped and waiting for her. The lining is embroidered with bees (from the mother's name, the dress was made for her).

She looks out the window, as if she can signal someone, but it's night out, and the window might as well be painted over black.

She puts on the dress and goes to his room.

"Very good," he says, and she feels like her mouth has been stuffed with cotton and no light will ever reach her.

When he zips the dress closed she can feel the bees spring to life inside the dress, a thousand tiny stings.”
From: To Set Before the King by Genevieve Valentine

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