Lost in Thought

During the period in which I did not have access to a print studio, I experimented with drawings over photographs.  This series layers a line drawing, most often of myself deep in thought, which was based on a photograph of my walking through the house after I first inherited it, when I felt overwhelmed with the task ahead and unsure of what to do (Photograph by Laura August).  I examine the house from multiple angles, inside and outside. These works address my efforts to understand my heritage and the wider heritage of the house from the place of unknowing. The exhibit will include a small selection of them.

Entering the Beast

My body, mind and spirit walks into the cotton field, as though it were a baptism. What was I thinking as I approached the field, walking through the cut hay? Where was I headed? Would I return?

Supine on White Gold

A similar image to Self-Portrait I on Cotton, this drawing considers my relationship to cotton and the cotton economy. My family’s success was built on the backs of those they enslaved.

Each boll holding the ghosts

“Each boll holding the ghosts of generations” is a line from the poem South by Natasha Tretheway. I am coming to the realization of what that means.