I have been using floating &/or fragmented and moveable text in my artwork since 1991. This recurring feature crossed my mind recently and I thought, "Maybe I need to move on already." But it means so much to me, these transient letter forms...always shifting, floating, movable, uncertain. Sometimes I feel like I am completely in the dark, like all the things I believed in are no longer tenable.
Lately, my mother's memory has been slipping just a bit and my floating text took on a whole 'nuther little shade of uncertain. The title of this box, "Remember" - the letters R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R float from cupped hands on the front of the box. Like water molecules evaporating skyward.
I have a new edge treatment on this box that I find very beautiful...it's made of rusted iron shavings...