"Her Childhood Was Lost to Me", 2 silk chiffon, vegetable dyed linen, tie dyed cotton and silk, photogravure collaged wood,... Read More
"Her Childhood Was Lost to Me", 2 silk chiffon, vegetable dyed linen, tie dyed cotton and silk, photogravure collaged wood, dyed wool yarns, broken Japanese Maple from Hurricane Sandy, dried rose buds from my sister's memorial, her cowboy boot, ballet slippers, deer skull, safety pins, driftwood , screws steel cable baby's breath dried, tarlton with bone black ink, locket, silver bracelet, varnish and wood glue, steel cable, cleats, this piece needs to hung , It is very light. As the shadows cast across the walls, floors and ceiling the spirit of her is alive. This is a mirage, memory of my sister's spirit. She was lithe and agile.
The loss of a sister who was a mystery only revealed in her death as a lesbian.
Her extraordinary gifts, being a doctor, surgeon, seamstress, gymnast, mountain
climber, did not allow her enough self worth. Her SHAME prevented her Truth .
Her suffering was palpable as she took her life.
