Grief does not finish itself. It changes shape, returns from unexpected directions, finds you in moments you were not prepared for. Which is why we call it an echo: it keeps coming back from surfaces you did not know were there.
The marigolds on this piece came from my Día de Muertos altar. The same flowers placed with love and celebration of life during the days of remembrance, gathered afterward and boiled into pigment and pressed into paper.
Giving them new form was the only way I knew how to sit with the loss without being swallowed by it, turning grief into something I could look at, touch, and eventually hang on a wall.
Nothing ends. Everything transforms. The question death keeps asking is not where someone went but where they live now, and the answer, when you sit with it long enough, is almost always: here, still, in what they left behind in you. In what you carry without choosing to. In what flowers again through memory, unexpectedly, in the middle of an ordinary day.
2024
40 cm diameter
Paper dyed with marigolds from Día de Muertos
ofrenda over MDFAvailable
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