Recently, I made a fabric sculpture, called "For All the Things I Carry Around II". I foolishly thought I would wash it. Foolishly, because it changed colour in the wash... :( However, I was fascinated by the glimpses of the sculpture as it was tumbled around, momentarily revealing aspects of itself, then gone again. The photos in the series "artwashing" reveal a taste of the sculpture, flashes of colour, shapes, texture, all of which are distorted and refracted through the water and the curved glass of the washing machine door. And, of course, the title is a play on words: this is literally art washing.