Naming my work is often a multi-draft, meander-think process that plays out along side the actual manifestation of the piece. I love the naming effort! I love words, how precise or vague they can be. I spent this tuesday in the studio focusing my efforts on the center of this circular piece. It got me chewing on the word CENTER. The word is a changeling. Its single meaning shifts subtly depending on the center of what. The pit lies at the center of a peach. We refer to our heart center, centering oneself, the center of a conflict, being the center of attention, even the center for disease control. The center points us at a place, a location but the location is infinitely variable, taking on the qualities and conditions of the body that surrounds it. While sewing little golden nodules onto the center of this piece I was listening to a story about a drug rehab facility that was scamming clients and insurance companies. It was refered to as ‘rotten at its center’.