The past and the future redrawn in the present. In this ongoing series, collage, paint, pencil, crayon, print and thread subvert original postcards dated 1897-now, creating new lived experiences.
They all saw her. Standing on the boardwalk outside the old woman’s house, smoking.
The old woman was dying of cancer. Not from cigarettes, but still. They did not approve.
In the house, the old woman frantically peeled potatoes, scraps of skin flying everywhere, sticking to the sink, windows and her woollen clothing like a plague of starchy warts.