"2,000 Years From Now"
22 x 11 inches, framed
18 x 6 inches, unframed
Monotype print, oil pastel, & graphite on BFK Rives paper
Toni Morrison’s essay “The Future of Time” dresses down the history of our obsession with the End of The World (without dismissing today’s existential issues). This really spoke to me as last year I took time to try to visualize my 25x great granddaughter sitting in a meadow, at peace. It was crazy that for all the blessings and comforts of my own life compared to previous generations of my family, I had never let myself imagine this girl. She was the hope that was too much to hope for with all of societal fire alarms rung about our downfall. Which, maybe they are true, but maybe every generation has also thought they were the last generation. Maybe it is honest but human to think the world will end when I do. The exercise of imagining future generations felt so radical and I don’t know if it will happen, but I am actively choosing to hope & invest in it over the comforting control of expecting the worst.
This piece is long and skinny, representing a long timeline of ages passing, with a grassy green spot perched at the end, representing the meadow I hope all of our progeny can sit in, knowing peace.
22 x 11 inches, framed
18 x 6 inches, unframed
Monotype print, oil pastel, & graphite on BFK Rives paper
Toni Morrison’s essay “The Future of Time” dresses down the history of our obsession with the End of The World (without dismissing today’s existential issues). This really spoke to me as last year I took time to try to visualize my 25x great granddaughter sitting in a meadow, at peace. It was crazy that for all the blessings and comforts of my own life compared to previous generations of my family, I had never let myself imagine this girl. She was the hope that was too much to hope for with all of societal fire alarms rung about our downfall. Which, maybe they are true, but maybe every generation has also thought they were the last generation. Maybe it is honest but human to think the world will end when I do. The exercise of imagining future generations felt so radical and I don’t know if it will happen, but I am actively choosing to hope & invest in it over the comforting control of expecting the worst.
This piece is long and skinny, representing a long timeline of ages passing, with a grassy green spot perched at the end, representing the meadow I hope all of our progeny can sit in, knowing peace.
22 x 11 inches, framed
18 x 6 inches, unframed
Monotype print, oil pastel, & graphite on BFK Rives paper
Toni Morrison’s essay “The Future of Time” dresses down the history of our obsession with the End of The World (without dismissing today’s existential issues). This really spoke to me as last year I took time to try to visualize my 25x great granddaughter sitting in a meadow, at peace. It was crazy that for all the blessings and comforts of my own life compared to previous generations of my family, I had never let myself imagine this girl. She was the hope that was too much to hope for with all of societal fire alarms rung about our downfall. Which, maybe they are true, but maybe every generation has also thought they were the last generation. Maybe it is honest but human to think the world will end when I do. The exercise of imagining future generations felt so radical and I don’t know if it will happen, but I am actively choosing to hope & invest in it over the comforting control of expecting the worst.
This piece is long and skinny, representing a long timeline of ages passing, with a grassy green spot perched at the end, representing the meadow I hope all of our progeny can sit in, knowing peace.