Honoring my parents

My mom’s painting shirt, ratty and sad. My dad’s now too large shirts and the pants that fall off his frame. After my dad’s recent health scares I wanted to make a Memory Weaving in his honor. To my surprise, he was very excited about it and wanted to participate as much as possible. My mom jumped in, which gave me the idea of making a piece that would incorporate both of them.

Because they are thrifty souls, they only wanted to give me clothing that was absolutely unwearable. It was fun transforming very sad clothing into a piece I love looking at. I used driftwood from a beach near their home. And as I worked on deconstructing this, I kept thinking of all our weekend trips to Santa Marta and with that, it was the Sierra Nevada that came to my mind.

This is a medium sized piece, and there were many different elements I wanted to incorporate. I keep wanting to come back to this, and create different pieces with the same materials. Perhaps a tryptich?