S T O R Y T E L L I N G
A visual memoir
This show featured thirteen 9″ x 12″ Prismacolor pencil drawings, each with a description title beneath it. The narrative highlighted important moments from my childhood. Visually and conceptually, this show was quite similar to The Life of Antinda, however, the autobiographical aspect added an additional layer of vulnerability. Story Telling was on view in The Black Gallery in August 2017.
When my brother and I used to have play dates with our mother at the YWCA.
When two families became one.
When I discovered Britney Spears.
That time that all of my siblings and I dug a hole in the backyard to make our own swimming pool.
The time that my step-mother surprised me with a Betty Spaghetty doll, showing me that I could be myself around her.
When my sister and I bought all of the Spice Girl lollipops and ran inside to hide them before our dad saw; but, we forgot the change and the Ice Cream Man gave it to our dad and we were caught anyway.
That time in high school when a group of homophobic bullies threw a rock the size of my head at me, my then- boyfriend and best friend, simply for existing.
That time when my sister, brother, and his then-girlfriend rode down the Deschutes River in Oregon for four hours, in hopes of it wrapping back around to our campsite, before being picked up and escorted back to camp in a Sheriff’s car.
When Carolina was hit by a car and I held her on my bedroom floor as she involuntarily twitched, but could not move with purpose, until my mother picked us up and drove us to the pet hospital – her final resting place.
When my ex lost his temper and head-butted me.
The first time I told Brandan that I loved him.
When I realized that the only person holding me back from who I wanted to be was me.