How do you embody the concept of forgetting? What does oblivion look like? Aiko Tezuka asks such questions through the medium of textiles. She unravels a floral brocade or a geometric weave so that the threads hang like unbound tresses, a waterfall of blending hues. Pattern disappears into an abstraction. Or unraveling a patch from a tapestry, she leaves an underlayer of warp threads that bear the faintest echo of an image. “Every time we peel a surface,” says Tezuka, “a new surface will appear immediately, like an infinite loop.” —L.J.