The abstract nature of a 'whisper' whirls about me and distracts me; impatiently calls me to investigate it's qualities, so that I might simplify them into form.
What colour is a whisper?
Does the colour depend on the content?
How is it perceived in silence?
How is it received amongst noise?
What is being said?
What does it look like head on?
The piece uses florists paper wrap, organza and silk.
In the end the result came from several dreams of colour and form.