NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIND
In April of 2009, my life changed in a drastic and profound way. My husband was sick, and his illness was a moving target, impossible to fathom and difficult to comprehend. At some point, in 2010, I was ready to document the process of this illness with my own process. I needed to communicate and describe this new life. At times I was able to objectify it, but not always. As much as I tried to be present, my experience was often out-of-body. And so there are conversations in the work that I am having with myself, with the viewer, with anyone who will listen. I cry and I laugh and I am frustrated and I have to get it down on paper.