This series is Viscardi’s first foray into sewing (and self-portraiture), and the process presented the kind of challenge the artist revels in. “It was a learning curve, and a lot of trial and error,” the artist admits of his hands-on approach. “Each material presented something new.” The evidence of Viscardi’s handiwork is embedded in each piece. Large, imperfect stitches become intimate indications of his hand and its unfamiliarity with a new material; expressive gestures rather than production mistakes.
Rendered in fleece, bleached denim, and cotton, Viscardi’s cloth creations have an undeniable tactility. “I want people to touch them,” says Viscardi, pulling a sleeve away from the wall and placing the cuff in the pocket. “I saw someone style one of my jackets like this. I loved it.” This playful interaction only serves to collapse the space between the viewer and the artist. “I consider these very personal works,” explains Viscardi, before scooping up his loyal studio mate, a pet dog named Marty, in an embrace. “They’re self-portraits derived from my uniform. We dress ourselves the way we want to be seen.” Colorful but simple, his choice of outfit is echoed by the work.