Care as animating creative connections to lineage III

Earlier this year a friend gifted me a substantial amount of unwanted textiles that includes bed linen, remnants and sewing offcuts that I would like to recycle into my future work.

One particular well-used tablecloth stood out to me as it evoked a sense of my paternal grandmother's home. Some sections of its floral pattern have faded and there are frayed threads across the whole surface and it looks like it has also been used as a drop sheet due to paint marks on both sides. The smell of the fabric reminded me of my grandmother's house which was particularly brought out as I attempted ironing it.

While ironing, I have reflected on my sensations and I have realised my resistance to ironing as I remember always perceiving it, as well as it being referred to as a tedious and boring activity. Moving the iron across this piece of textile felt surprisingly grounding and calming and it made me wonder whether my resistance comes from my early witnessing of ironing being carried out by women (and my grandmother) as a necessary but dreaded task. I also recall there being a sense of shame associated with creased tablecloths, curtains, let alone men's shirts.

I have attempted including the tablecloth into my earlier composition by continuing to build layers of various transparencies.