Making art is a jagged uneven timeline of self-understanding. The studio is a ‘you are here’ sign that holds our history, and part of that history is our parents. We can’t avoid it. My mom is in her 80s now. In many ways, she couldn’t be more different from me. Politically and spiritually we are on opposite ends of the spectrum. Thankfully, we have enough mutual respect to leave that at the door, find the threads that connect us and go from there. I can’t change her mind, she can’ t change mine. That much we know. So we just don’t talk about it.
I recently found myself alone in my mom’s apartment a lot while she was in a rehab facility after knee replacement surgery. On the wall next to her bed In her small one bedroom, she hung this group of pictures of herself over the years. Every few days I’d go to her house to water her plants or pick up something and I’d sit on the side of her bed looking at these pictures, some from before I came into her life. The way they’re placed reminds me the wall in my studio that is a catch all for ideas, the one that says “you are here”.