1996, papers from my family, other papers, photographs, burn, ink, 47 x 32 inches.
This is an artwork of dots on top of lots of special family papers collected by my Grandmother and cut up and destroyed by me. Or are they reincarnated by me? My immediate family is wonderful now, but the story of the previous generations are nuts. Of course, I have some residual feelings of distress from childhood, but they are nothing to complain about. At this point, I choose to use them to enrich me and my artwork, not to thwart me.