Rushing into the Future Without the Mother

In the beginning is the mother, our first teacher, the earth, the womb that we all come through. The mother is used, stripped down to blood and bone to support the whole, and the first one to be forgotten. Unconsciously, we run into the future without the mother and leave our first love behind.

This was the first paper bag collage that I created during my residency with QC Family Tree in which all of my work was made of refuse. The words offered on this paper bag come from voting paraphernalia, which came in hoards during this time, on such quality card stock that I refused to throw it away.