My grandparents grew up in an era of paralytic poliomyelitis fear. Hospitalized for a backache when she was nine, a spinal tap revealed that my grandmother had been infected with poliovirus. For the week she spent in the hospital, her only contact was with other affected children. When she was cleared, her toys and bedding were left behind due to contamination with infectious virus. Some of the friends she made were not so fortunate in their diagnoses.
               Combining knowledge and skills—sewing, textual design, and the language of flowers—learned from my grandmothers, I create the thing people of their generation were raised to fear the most. By presenting disease in a non-threatening manner, this piece welcomes the physical interaction with infectious disease that is generally avoided, muddling the lines between fear, obsession, fascination, and love.
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