Skeleton

For several years we watched my father, as I knew him, fade away as dementia took hold of his mind. With the loss of him came the inevitable cleaning out of his belongings and the visual passing-by of the things that were always around, his architectural drawings being one of them. I didn't think too much about them until my husband chimed in on one of the clean-out days saying "You will want these!" There began a kind of visual poetry, the telling of OUR story: me and my Dad. It seemed that with each cut of one of his drawings, came a memory or a query and there emerged several themes of life with him and life without him.

All of these collage pieces combine my work and my father's work, at play with one another, complete in right angles and jumbled words. Spaces, Home (with a capital H) and memory are the major themes within. For me they answer as many questions as they pose: What is home? How do we make a space our own? How can you grow closer to someone when they aren't here? How do we remember? What do we remember? When we can no longer remember, who are we?story about this work...

Cyanotype, acrylic, Magnolia leaf skeleton, vintage papers on board
Framed in a birch float frame
8" x 8"
Signed and dated on front and back
Same size and frame as days 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13 if you want to create a gallery wall, which would look fantastic!