snake hat for dad
My mom has been looking through her flat files and rooms upon rooms of storage full of old work. She told me that most of the paintings she's found with me in them (she worked with photos and oil paint) contain this burning motif- burning child, burning house, burning child inside the house, burning mother, burning this burning that. I was quite the rage rocket, and my temper tantrums were easily translated to flames, an uncontained wildfire. Sometimes, I caught my mom's head on fire, sometimes I caught myself on fire. Regardless, there was always fire somewhere with baby Teal's tantrums. So I've decided to give my mother a burning house hat.
My dad gets a snake hat. I'm not sure what this is about yet, but I know it is not an aggressive snake or a poisonous snake. The snake that acts as the frame is the lazy snake you find in the middle of the road, soaking up the heat. This drawing is solely graphite- no embroidery. I was traveling when I made this, so for practical reasons I did not take my embroidery materials with me, but I also see my dad as the graphite draftsman, so it is only appropriate for me to make his hat out of pencil.
more hats to come...
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