Dulce Muerte / Sweet Death
Frame loom weaving, letterpress, embroidered satin ribbon; indigo, cochineal, pomegranate, and mistletoe-dyed yarn; screenprint on silk organza dyed in Coca-Cola; synthetic yarn, beads, bottle caps, resin-cast hands
I wove the image of a Great Blue Heron—an animal I once believed to be my grandfather—after spotting one during a school trip to the La Brea Tar Pits as a child. At the time, my mother was moving through deep grief following his death from diabetes.
The heron stands in murky water, holding my grandfather’s name embroidered in white satin ribbon. Below are excerpts from newspaper articles about Mexico’s 2014 sugar tax—an effort to confront the country’s rising diabetes and obesity crisis—alongside my own A1C test results, which I now monitor as someone who is pre-diabetic.
This piece speaks to the quiet inheritance of illness. The grief that moves through bloodlines. The lasting imprints of corporations on our communities—especially where soda is more accessible than clean water. I reflect on how history lives in my body, metabolizes, and will inevitably pass through future generations.
Frame loom weaving, letterpress, embroidered satin ribbon; indigo, cochineal, pomegranate, and mistletoe-dyed yarn; screenprint on silk organza dyed in Coca-Cola; synthetic yarn, beads, bottle caps, resin-cast hands
I wove the image of a Great Blue Heron—an animal I once believed to be my grandfather—after spotting one during a school trip to the La Brea Tar Pits as a child. At the time, my mother was moving through deep grief following his death from diabetes.
The heron stands in murky water, holding my grandfather’s name embroidered in white satin ribbon. Below are excerpts from newspaper articles about Mexico’s 2014 sugar tax—an effort to confront the country’s rising diabetes and obesity crisis—alongside my own A1C test results, which I now monitor as someone who is pre-diabetic.
This piece speaks to the quiet inheritance of illness. The grief that moves through bloodlines. The lasting imprints of corporations on our communities—especially where soda is more accessible than clean water. I reflect on how history lives in my body, metabolizes, and will inevitably pass through future generations.