There seems to be so little ahead of me now. At once eager to rise above the present, I fear a future of circles, and wonder if I will never escape the cycles. I see the world through the eyes of my grandmother, and am filled with an unbearable weight of passing time and losing time and leaving time behind.
20 November 2008
jolene
A large-scale woodcut print, inspired by my grandmother Jolene. I wished to portray the sense of confusion and social distortion my grandmother often experiences due to her hearing loss, paired with the youthful sensibility of a lost girlhood.
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