Artist Information for Carol Larson
Using dye, paint, wax and stitch as my tools, I design textile art for the wall. I use a variety of cotton, rayon, linen and silk fabrics; such as imported batiks, ethnic cloth vintage linens and kimono. No tea towel, hand-woven sampler, family heirloom is too fancy for my dye-pot. The complex layering of dye and paint adds color and pattern to the fabric surface.
The imagery I use is created from photos of my travels. Where others see landscape, history or structure, I see texture, pattern and inspiration. A path of oval rocks from a Japanese garden, a jute window covering, ancient cave dwellings, a kelp forest, even the dripping prep work of house-painting have all become screens through which I have pulled paint and dye. Layers of stitching, and often more paint complete each piece.
Currently I am engaged in a narrative body of work, which examines women’s rites of passage, feminism, ageing and social justice issues.Images scroll down to view all
Stone Path 149" x 28"
Torn Earth66" x 72"
“Torn Earth,” was created for "Earth Stories" using vintage linens, African batiks, and commercial fabrics, many of which have been dye-painted and screen-printed with original imagery.
The right panel depicts Earth's crustal instabilities. The left panel conveys the destructive energy released during an earthquake and the vulnerability of our buildings and structures when the earth moves. The panels are offset to create jagged edges alluding to shifting and upheaval in the planet that results in collapsed buildings and loss of life.
Defining Moments 5: Handcraft Heritage57" x 34"
I came from a long line of women who did handwork. Included in this piece are my great Aunt Lucy’s hand-woven linen shawl, my father’s christening gown, my mother’s hand-pieced, hand-quilted log cabin belt, crochet doilies & cross-stitch by my paternal grandmother, my own hand-woven silk noil scarf and my own nuno felting.
Defining Moments 7: Fleeing the City48" x 41"
In 1952 my parents moved their young family from downtown San Francisco to the suburbs 25 miles East. Fifty years later I asked my father about the timing of the move for he had just finished graduate school post-WWII, landed his first executive position and my mother was pregnant with their third child under the age of five.
He said we “moved so you kids would not have to go to school with the colored children.” I was so shocked by his answer, although I’d never really questioned before the homogeneous aspect of suburbia.