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When i was 12-13 my family lived in Germany, Mom’s hometown of Köln (Cologne). One day we went to visit the gravesites of my grandparents to do a gravestone rubbing. In Germany, you rent the gravesite for X number of years, then the stone is exchanged for a new one, and another burial is placed on top. Not much room in Germany, after-all. So, this rubbing here brings me back to that moment in my memory, documenting the headstones of my grandparents.
Here I am honoring the handiwork of some unknown woman, making something new. I can see this becoming a large drawing with multiple doilies... I wish I had the time to fully realize each idea that comes to me, but at the same time i detect a connection between all of the projects.