WHAT WAS LEFT UNSAID |
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WHAT WAS LEFT UNSAID |
When my husband Wolfgang died in 2004 I realized that he was the last of the surviving family of those that actually witnessed the evil that overtook Europe; family that left for Bolivia, Shanghai and England in the late 31930s early 1940s. I was left with hand written notes and journals, sketchbooks, artifacts and a need to keep the memory alive of those that did not leave; those before us. My Mother-in-law lost her sister and brother-in-law in the Holocaust, my father-in-law, the youngest of 11 children, lost 5 brothers and sisters and their extended families.
Wolfgang liked to dress with a European flair which meant a handkerchief in the breast pocket. At my studio I inked a handkerchief and printed on gold leaf paper to memorialize something that belonged to him. The handkerchief began to roll and took on the look of a scroll like a Torah. In the center I printed and layered small etchings of him, of the family, torn drawings, old letters, scraps and pieces of handmade paper; all the time laminating each layer so I could see through to the next. Eventually all that was revealed, became concealed and left unsaid. The small silver llamas were a gift to me when he visited Bolivia in 1995. |
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