It's curious how the mind can take something and run with it isn't it? There I was - gazing at the beautiful imperfections and tactile textures on our last post whilst my mind was busy deciding for me that creases are in fact - oh-so-beautiful-and-fascinating.
I WONDER WHY? What is the appeal?
Is it something to do with the shadows that gather within the folds of the fabric?
Perhaps it's to do with uncomfortable feeling I get when I see things left on a dirty floor, it's always followed with an urge to pick it up and fold it.
Yet in many instances these materials aren't on the floor. They appear at eye level or higher
Perhaps, what I am really drawn to are the contrasts between the qualities of hardness and softness? Once we begin to notice the contrast, we isolate their qualities and our mind begins to really explore them.
We see soft towel, hard floor. We notice their transformations, soft tarpaulin pulled taught to form a makeshift stiff wall. The soft tissue paper behind the hard glass plays with our perception of both.
I wonder! There is more to a crease than I first thought!