Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Textiles used to be king in my town. Mills were everywhere. But over time jobs were exported abroad, other industries grew, and textiles sank into near oblivion. Several years ago, Poe Mill burned to the ground. Now the remaining building has been converted into artist studios, where I study. These photos were taken today before I started painting. The ruins are symbolic for me: my dad and his dad worked in the mills; my other grandfather was a mill supervisor. It's a way of life that is essentially gone.