Gripping pulp, which Goodman began alongside ripping fabric fourteen years ago when her father died, is her most visceral way of working. Both gestures are personal reinterpretations of Jewish mourning traditions. In March of 2020, with the onset of collective grief and inability to track time, gripping pulp to cast the negative space of her hand as an embodiment of loss and the absence of touch took on profound meaning. An Unimaginable Unit of Time reinterprets nautical chip logs, which measure speed by tracking distance and time. The work, an ongoing line comprised of torn discarded bed sheets tied together and wrapped around a wooden armature, has a pulp grip every six feet for each day of social distancing. In response to the impossibility of predicting an end date to the pandemic, for the first time Goodman began working on this open-ended project. Numerous times the predicted end dates passed without an ending, so the work continues in cautious hope for a conclusion. Currently over .6 miles and growing, An Unimaginable Unit of Time accumulates as a towering structure with potential to unwind and the flexibility to respond to future circumstances.

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