Never have I cried so much during the making of a piece.
I have cried out of complete frustration but never from sadness and loss. I miss my auntie and making this piece about her was hard. Throughout the process, stomach I was flooded with memories of her, her beautiful smile and how she stayed a bright light until the bitter end. In the moments when I felt like I was going to get emotional I just walked away and took a break. However, the process (and emotion) caught up with me last week. I had just thought gleefully to myself, “The end is near!” and, as if on cue, warp threads started to snap. 1-2-3-4…and finally 5. I lost it. Emotion gushed silently out of my eyes.
I now find myself in a position of unknowing. This piece is raw and ugly. I don’t think I like it but it is over. I am relieved.
Here are a few preview pics…