life structures: MFA thesis exhibition showcasing non-toxic prints
It’s Sunday morning; the coffee was being poured; the sounds of chairs being pulled across the well-worn kitchen floor, over the already starting conversation, was what you hear. Sunday dinner was beginning. Food was being passed and the past week was being discussed. The conversations were lively and it took practice to learn, when to jump in. Just like learning how to jump into a double-dutch jump rope, you took your time, seized the moment and jumped right in. Growing up you stayed silent until someone took a breath or asked if you needed something. Then you could find your way to interject. Over time, as we got older, dinners were less frequent, but now we were able to play cards and got to hear new stories and new life lessons. You learned so much in the cross-table talk.
Let’s jump ahead to present day. The kitchen table is still the epicenter of the house, but now it is my house. It’s the same in every way, but Grandmom is no longer with us. The sounds and smells are different now. After a good meal, the dominoes come out to play and household noise now mingles with the shuffling sounds of a new game beginning. Instead of family, there is a new group of people surrounding my table and these friends are my family. They are now what hold my house together with stories and good times, following in the tradition of those who came before them. These are my Life Structures...