What I really like about using old clothes is exactly that: you can see that they were once clothes. In piecing these bits of silk shirts, I can see the ghosts of their former lives. I can see the place where there used to be a label:
And so today I’m thinking about this coming together, this gathering of cloth that used to clothe other people far away. I’m thinking of the silkworms who made the fibre, and the people who spun the thread, and the people who wove the cloth, and the people who cut and stitched the garments, and the shops that sold the garments, and the women who bought and wore them. So many people, so many lives. I wonder how many hands this cloth has passed through in its short life.