Buttons from Erin Kearney on Vimeo.
Try as I may I can’t snap into place. Corners are made up of two interlocked disks, and like the seam of a shirt they go unseen. Just a line and two planes living in space. But as you can see, I’ve surpassed my own snaps. As buttons teeter bursting on a fat fleshy belly, I am held in only by the plaster slapped on me. To maintain my existence, I had to stretch thin. Reaching between these two walls, I’ve rounded rim. Is a corner still a corner if it meets on a curve? Forgo my hard edge and hollow the hem. I’ve warped the room, but I still keep the line. Well a line of some sort. I’ve been sewn into place, spare buttons employed. Reaching and stretching to bridge my own gap.