With techniques such as weaving and draping, Statira Jazayeri creates sculptural materials and large scale compositions of fabric. Her work moves between the draped as image, sculpture and spatial installation and is rooted in the fold’s potential to express rhythm, tension, direction and balance. Jazayeri has studied fashion design and draping (ESMOD Oslo), textile design (Swedish School of Textiles) and textile art (HDK-Valand) and it has in various ways been crucial for the sculptural direction she continuously explores regardless of the material she works with. She is fascinated by the obvious opposites in a draped fabric; surface and depth, light and dark, valleys and peaks, undulating paths and straight distances as well as variations in intensity between folds. She is looking for answers to what different compositions can represent and what feelings they can evoke.
WHAT DOES FIBER MEAN TO YOU?
Raw material. Tactility. Something pliable, adaptable and with many possibilities.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE TEXTILE FIBER OR TECHNIQUE?
Natural fibres are close to my heart, often in thin qualities, organza, voile, silk georgette and so on. Meetings between natural and man-made fibres excites me as well, especially in creating sculptural materials. Lately though I have found a fascination for thrifted fabrics, which changed my mind of synthetic qualities for the better. Every thrifting occasion is an exciting hunt for qualities and challenging the idea (maybe my own idea?) that draping requires luxurious fabrics. Draping has been my main expression and favourite technique the last years. I drape in various ways: freely, rigidly pinning it down, suspending with threads, weights or props to pull the fabric. Especially jersey fabrics are fun because it really works well with gravity, it behaves soothingly for the eye, hanging in any way.
WHAT IS YOUR MOST VIVID TEXTILE MEMORY?
Childhood memories of pretty dresses in organza and sequences, and my mom sewing new matching bed clothing, curtains and table cloth for my room for my birthdays or Naw Rúz (Persian new year). Everything with edges of ruffles! And teenage memories of my maternal grandmother’s dresses and silk blouses that I found in different boxes in my parents cellar after her passing. Still wearing them to this day.
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