Abuela’s Garden, 2015
The Barrio Viejo (old neighborhood) of my hometown is home to many Mexican immigrants. Their distinctive gardens are often surrounded by an ocotillo fence, a living fence made of a cactus-like plant. The gardens will contain flowers like marigolds and sunflowers, and foods that remind residents of home. Neighbors share seeds and cuttings, and other fruits of their labor. What a lovely metaphor for migration and transplantation.
Materials include hand-dyed and painted handmade textiles (makers unknown), felted wool ropes, new fabrics, silk sari ‘yarn,’ window screen, felt, and machine stitch. In a private collection.
Dear Mary
Visiting your portfolio I discover beautiful works of art.
Abuela’s Garden is one of my favourites also because of the philosophy behind it and that remembers me the poet who wrote: “There is nothing old under the sun, everything happens for the first time”.
Excuse me if I write mistakes: I’m not used to think and write in English.
Greetings from Belgium
I am glad you like this, Luc. It is one of my favorites, too.