This work has an odd feel to it for me. And reinforces a belief I have about premonitions or tapping into a vibration that is coming. Or perhaps I was in a strange mood, and my fervor of gluing pieces in it to create this emotion is just an odd coincidence. I honestly don’t think that’s the case here.
My mother entered into the hospital one week after this was made, and I had just shown it to a prospective gallery on the day before my mum was actually admitted. For seven long days, I slept at the hospital with my sister, Zulay, and we waited that most horrible waiting game of listening for the knock from death. Call me selfish, but I’d soon forget the smell and sound of that hospital.
There are sounds I shall never forget from those seven long days and nights, and somehow this image evokes all of it for me. I’ve no idea why. I can take stabs at the meanings, but it does not matter. Besides, the last thing I would want to say is that this image is about death. I don’t feel that way. I don’t see it. I don’t know what I see.
I chose the title because I felt disconnection at the time. I was celebrating being the first to embrace a medium like this, and yet I an felt isolation at the same time. Considering the timing, the whole thing was a strange journey. But that’s a different story and it will be told in its own time.