Macramé

A form of decorative knotting, Macramé (also known as Mexican Lace) is believed to originate from 13th century Arab weavers, who knotted the excess threads along the edges of their textiles into decorative fringing.

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Slumber

Janine Antoni

Slumber

As Antoni sleeps, the electroencephalograph (EEG) machine records her rapid eye movements (REM) which correspond to her periods of dreaming in the sleep cycle.By day Antoni will use the REM graph to weave the pattern into the blanket she sleeps under using strips torn from her nightgown. Antoni has performed this piece at six other installations, each time wearing a nightgown meaningful to the venue. At MASS MoCA she will wear a nightgown made from textiles printed at the mill when it housed Arnold Print Works from the 1860s to the 1940s. Museum visitors are allowed access to the gallery during the day when Antoni is weaving, but the museum is closed to the public at night while Antoni is doing her dream work.

The Multiple Store

Jonathan Callan
Poem, 2000

Cornelia Parker

Meteorite Lands in the Middle of Nowhere, 2001

Anya Gallaccio

Cast, 2003

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The Grandmothers Tale

The Grandmothers Tale

When the girl arrived, the bzou called out, "Pull the peg and come in, my child." "Grandmother," said the girl, "Mother sent me here with a galette and a cream." "Put them in the pantry, child. Are you hungry? "Yes, I am, Grandmother." "Then cook the meat that you'll find on the shelf. Are you thirsty?" "Yes, I am, Grandmother." "Then drink the bottle of wine you'll find on the shelf beside it, child." As the young girl cooked and ate the meat, a little cat piped up and cried, "You are eating the flesh are your grandmother!" "Throw your shoe at that noisy cat," said the bzou, and so she did. As she drank the wine, a small bird cried, "You are drinking the blood of your grandmother!" "Throw your other shoe at that noisy bird," said the bzou, and so she did. When she finished her meal, the bzou said, "Are you tired from your journey, child? Then take off your clothes, come to bed, and I shall warm you up." "Where shall I put my apron, Grandmother?" "Throw it on the fire, child, for you won't need it anymore." "Where shall I put my bodice, Grandmother?" "Throw it on the fire, for you won't need it anymore." The girl repeats this question for her skirt, her petticoat, and her stockings. The bzou gives the same answer, and she throws each item on the fire.