They come - to a city that delivers, yet promises nothing. They come for their own reasons, to gain amazing experiences or escape bad ones, bringing with them layered souls that enrich the city. They come with impactful memories gathered, at home and along the way. They come with history, passion, tenacious intention. They bring worn leather, tarnished silver, frayed jeans – all patinas of meaningful stories and places.
Fraye was one of them - this is her story. Disillusioned with her town, she sought relevant change. Her unconventional ways drove her, to boldly step into the fray - in her graceful disregard for the expected, she saw what others did not, and ultimately found herself.
Her travels through Tennessee led her here. She assembled along the way – memories, artifacts, smells and textures. Cast iron and velvet, raw hide and bronze, gunmetal black with a light coat of oil. She took from the barn, she took from the tavern, from improvised shelter and grateful mansion. She took the notes from the drunken banjo and painted them on the wall. She paid homage to the antlered beast she once encountered. The assemblage is her hope, her dream of an unapologetic journey.
