Mixed Media, Digital Negatives, Cyanotype Chemicals, Cotton, Batting, Wooden Hangers
Year: 2022
As my Grandmother’s life slowly changes I see the patterns of her cloth stay the same. Her kitchen rug adorned with chickens is instantly recognizable. The quilt thrown over the upstairs banister with small squares serves as a warning not to tug on the railing so high up. The scratchy floral wingback chair hinted that kids should not be in the formal office. The corner lot with open grass, deer in the background, and a flower print mailbox felt hours away and secluded.
This piece serves to document the veiled markers of physical space in the face of its deterioration along with its bond to my grandmother. Identifiable swatches bridge the gap between the realm of experience and the realm of memory, I work to develop new forms of understanding based on these formal parallels.