I’ve made 24 hand-sewn, floral micro-landscapes. Each work, sewn entirely of donated textiles, is an intimate light, color, behavioral and feel study of a different hour of a single day. From chiffon cotton candy clouds and glittering dew at dawn to white-hot cotton glare rocketing off the blazing noontime sidewalks under bleached denim skies to lush and sweltering happy hours in chambray shade hiding from a thick corduroy sun to tulle porch lights past draped windows, woven screen glows, velvet shadows beneath lamè moonbeams, satin slow songs and upholstered neon dreamlands of nighttime — the flowers open, the flowers close, the flowers open again.

-Coulter Fussell, April 2024