Sara Berman
Dozzle, 2020
Perspex cube, weaving made from twine, thread and vintage beads
20x20x20cm
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Sara contribution to Cure3, Dozzle, is a weaving in honour of her grandmother, Marie Gordon, who passed away earlier this year: “My weavings start without intent but always become a...
Sara contribution to Cure3, Dozzle, is a weaving in honour of her grandmother, Marie Gordon, who passed away earlier this year:
“My weavings start without intent but always become a commentary on the female body. Perhaps it is something about weaving that is feminine but I would rather believe it is about me, my roots and my instincts. I come from a very long line of women working with threads. All the way back to Russia and Poland and since the pogroms of the late 19th century that brought them to England, my family have worked with cloth, tailoring, manufacturing and fashion. Threads are in my blood and tie me to my past but this weaving is special because it also marks an end.
I made this work whilst sitting with my maternal Grandmother in her final days. She was very much the matriarch of a band of strong women, she herself from a line of indomitable females who by hook or by crook made it work and raised their families through the means of clothing and fashion. I sat by her bed and wove through the days and nights that we both knew were her last and in her honour it is named “Dozzle”, our family name for vagina.”
“My weavings start without intent but always become a commentary on the female body. Perhaps it is something about weaving that is feminine but I would rather believe it is about me, my roots and my instincts. I come from a very long line of women working with threads. All the way back to Russia and Poland and since the pogroms of the late 19th century that brought them to England, my family have worked with cloth, tailoring, manufacturing and fashion. Threads are in my blood and tie me to my past but this weaving is special because it also marks an end.
I made this work whilst sitting with my maternal Grandmother in her final days. She was very much the matriarch of a band of strong women, she herself from a line of indomitable females who by hook or by crook made it work and raised their families through the means of clothing and fashion. I sat by her bed and wove through the days and nights that we both knew were her last and in her honour it is named “Dozzle”, our family name for vagina.”