This is a series of five screenprints I did based upon on MY experience while losing my father. I wanted it to be childlike in imagery, yet uncomfortable in text since the whole experience to me made me feel like I was a child again learning what the world is really like and the blunt harshness of it.
The mantis is an important character within the pieces, which will surely continue to be seen in my future work. A mantis is supposed to point a lost traveller in the right direction, be sacred, and even be able to bring the dead back to life - but it is also a trickster. It is the most perfect element I have discovered to use as an explanation for everything that has occured around losing my father. This is somewhat of an explanation of these pieces, but I will be adding the artist statement for the series on here soon. |
In the piece “No.49” I selected library cards from 49 different books from eight libraries in order to compile a portait of my father’s 49 years of life. I then carefully selected the book “Coming Up for Air” to be the 49th and last card since that phrase best embodied his last moment of life that I witnessed.
I’ve learned that the process of printing requires a tremendous amount of patience and careful dedication while mechanically doing rhythmic repetitions to achieve a final end product. I experienced this same ordeal when my father was dying from cancer two years ago and I was home taking care of him every minute for about two months before he passed. It was one of the greatest pleasures in my life as a daughter being able to care for my father, and in a way repay him for caring for me over the years. Every time I print, I get to relive this joy of careful and repetitious work in order to achieve a feeling of fulfillment. I realized this connection while making my piece, “No.49”. I had decided it was important for me to print all 49 cards in a row, taking 9 straight hours, and during that time I allowed myself to get lost within the process just like I had gotten lost within the routine of caring for my father. |