7129 Is No Longer Made; I Like Other Colors Too
In collaboration with Armando Martinez-Celis.
A Poster promoting Autumn Le” Brannon”s Thesis show at CalArts.
The poster was created in the direct spirit and influence of the show, a breaking down of a personal facade created at such a young age in fear of ruining a “perfect image” to a person who she cares deeply about, her nan.
ARTIST STATEMENT:
In this series, I display video documentation of my grandmother’s hands knitting articles of clothing for me.
This first image is juxtaposed with a cell phone video addressed to my grandmother, taken of myself at a time when I thought I might die. I also display a self-portrait in which I am wearing everything she has knitted for me – in the same color. The portrait and video are accompanied by three small portraits of the perfected girl I use to be, when I first came to live with her.
I also display collected documents addressed to friends instructing them to hide the evidence of an adult me: a woman that has had sex before marriage, and has things to hide from a caregiver generations apart. The desire to protect her and her love of me has created unnecessary pressures that have existed too long. I have explored these pressures in hopes of beginning to rid myself of them, and finally relieving myself of these expectations.
The poster was created in the direct spirit and influence of the show, a breaking down of a personal facade created at such a young age in fear of ruining a “perfect image” to a person who she cares deeply about, her nan.
ARTIST STATEMENT:
In this series, I display video documentation of my grandmother’s hands knitting articles of clothing for me.
This first image is juxtaposed with a cell phone video addressed to my grandmother, taken of myself at a time when I thought I might die. I also display a self-portrait in which I am wearing everything she has knitted for me – in the same color. The portrait and video are accompanied by three small portraits of the perfected girl I use to be, when I first came to live with her.
I also display collected documents addressed to friends instructing them to hide the evidence of an adult me: a woman that has had sex before marriage, and has things to hide from a caregiver generations apart. The desire to protect her and her love of me has created unnecessary pressures that have existed too long. I have explored these pressures in hopes of beginning to rid myself of them, and finally relieving myself of these expectations.