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pascal in his room on the night of November 23, 1654, sweing the Memorial into the lining of his clothes, so that at any moment, for the rest of his life, he could find beneath his hand the record of that ecstasy.
paper, pigment liner, lycra, digital print
Although my garment does not have lining like those of Pascal's, I still print the metamorphosed squares whis recorded my addiction and salvation as proof of my ecstasy.
The cubic fold is a three-dimensional responsive textile. I have been experimenting with thinking about this pattern making as a two-dimensional pattern and how that pattern might again become three-dimensional when worn on the body.
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