text:  She's wearing what can only be one of her own works. It's made from heavy wool, so it might be called a sweater, but it doesn't resemble a body-shaped garment so much as an oversized ball of multicolored yarn complete with a set of fat knitting needles holding together her hair, something you'd more likely see on the floor in the corner of an out-of-the-way art gallery with an audio box of a detached-sounding woman's voice narrating, unraveling, unraveling, unraveling, on a loop.