[Pil-oh]

I was about ready to
toss out an old pillow. It
sat in my living room a few days prior to attempted disposal next to a printer with no ink. The pillow out of its usual context became something other than a soft thing on which we sleep. I was overcome with the urge to tear into it with a sharp object. The intrigue continued as I cut, stitch, and melted that polyester pillow.And thus began this entire musing about pillows and thinking about the meaning and metaphor behind these objects. Some collage sketches accompany this post.