Project 2
I decided to use my slightly
repressed feelings toward my father in a constructive manner by sharing the
letter he wrote me explaining why he left my mother. Every few years IÕve
looked at this (which he wrote me when I was 12 or 13) and my perspective
changes each time.
The images on the canvas portray
the story of my life, the top ones when my father was around, with my mother,
in a life which he felt was so miserable. The middle images represent events in
my life which he decided to not participate in. And lastly, at the bottom of
the canvas there are images of my father and little sister, who he will do
everything right that he previously did wrong.
Here is a
transcript of the letter.
I have found that death is not
only physical but emotional. In a way, my father exposed me to my first idea of
death, a part of me was destroyed when he left my life, and the destruction
continued as he refused to attend functions IÕd invite him to, and my little
sister was borne by a woman who was not supposed to be able to have children.