Whirling Cloth

Cloth fragments twisted and curled in defiance of the prevailing winds. From moment to moment it formed faces, hearts and dancing figures.

Without visible support or restraint, the scraps flowed and twirled in constant motion. The iron framework around the opening stood in mute contrast. Its dull blankness unreflective of the gold, silver and white panels, tassels and cords that flexed and whipped in constant motion within its boundaries.