I recently wrote a short essay for a memoir writing class
that was really about feminism and my relationship with my mother. But in it I mentioned doors in almost every
paragraph. She stood in the doorway of
my bedroom watching me, pre-kindergarten, play with my dollhouse, and I stood in
her doorway watching her ironing, and subsequent doors. But the interesting
part is that doors are now a significant part of the art I make in
three-dimensions. Last year for the
Collaborative Concepts show in Garrison, NY, my work had three doors in an
otherwise open frame. This year my work
in that show will be made entirely of doorframes, but with doorknobs (somehow, haven't figured it out yet). And this is a model I built for a proposal, “Home”,
yes, this is a model, 8” high, shot lying flat on my stomach in Sakura Park.
