Frances Trombly’s work includes trivial and derisory stuff, like a collapsed cardboard box, cleaning rags, a blue tarpaulin, a mop and even receipts from familiar stores like Publix Supermarket. Of course, the objects are completely familiar, lying scattered across the gallery space -as if accidentally dropped there. The fact that each one has been carefully hand loomed in woven fabric isn’t discernible until one arrives within a couple of feet of the object. Once you have understood the game, it shifts to an exercise in looking closely at each thing to see exactly how it was made and how it is different, under scrutiny, from the object it mimics.
bron: David Rohn