by Karine Rupp-Stanko
So, here I am, waiting to hear from the curating panel of an art project I applied to a few weeks ago. Ruminating.
I organised my past work, found rubber stamps sheets I had forgotten about, borrowed (stole) ink-pads from my five-year-old’s stash and started stamping away.
Folding is about the paper. Where it comes from. What it can say.
Paper is where I keep my eye, hands and focus.
I fold, fold, sew, solder and fold some more. Like a good little folding bee.
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“Curating jury”. That sounds grand and scary.
Not to my five-year-old son, who, of course, has answers to all their questions.
A few days ago, I was talking drill-bits and pliers with my husband.
Who knew I’d be digging around for embroidery needles today.
The Folding Bee 