I saw the triangle of fabric from the other side of my studio. It leaned at a precarious angle, and although it’s only about an inch long, I saw in it a sculpture so big it would only fit outdoors.
Not that I would know how to make such a thing, or that it hasn’t been done before.
My small scrap of fabric has the support of cobwebs, holding it in place. An accident I might have swept up with the rest of the scraps and threads on my studio floor.
Maybe my tiny spontaneous sculpture is just as powerful as the larger one I pictured. To a small spider or tiny insect it would be.
Now I’m imagining my very own sculpture park in the dusty corner of my studio, made of scraps and cobwebs.