Allison Titus






I embroidered these erasures in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Georgia, in between writing a series of poems about tears and reading Women in Clothes. It's funny, I guess, how those impulses align, now that I think about it: sewing stitches into old book pages, reading about fashion. 

& from [Mary Ruefle's essay "On Erasure"]:

": life is much, much more than is necessary, and much, much more than any of us can bear, so we erase it or it erases us, we ourselves are an erasure of everything we have forgotten or don't know or haven't experienced..."