Veils of Remembrance
In late 2000 my mother died. To assuage my grief I began working with images of my mother and articles of her clothing. I wanted to hold her in my hands, and smell her fragrance that lingered in her clothes. As I began to stitch her images onto her clothing, I found myself stitching counter clockwise, perhaps in my unconscious attempt to turn back the hands of time. Holding her dearly within my heart, I pieced together fragments of her life, sewn together with my memory of her. I continued working with images of my mother and father, creating new works that invoke remembrance, memory, and the shadowy territory of how we shape our lives with known and unknown realities.
Veils of Remembrance
In late 2000 my mother died. To assuage my grief I began working with images of my mother and articles of her clothing. I wanted to hold her in my hands, and smell her fragrance that lingered in her clothes. As I began to stitch her images onto her clothing, I found myself stitching counter clockwise, perhaps in my unconscious attempt to turn back the hands of time. Holding her dearly within my heart, I pieced together fragments of her life, sewn together with my memory of her. I continued working with images of my mother and father, creating new works that invoke remembrance, memory, and the shadowy territory of how we shape our lives with known and unknown realities.