Year: 1997

Forget Death

  Woodcut, suicide print 4′ x 8′ At Cranbrook, some fellow students set up this huge symposium called “Forget Death,” which was trying to explore all sorts of very important theories. I got my nose bent out of shape as I was having a hard time with some of the high falutin’ talk going on around me. I wanted action, art that was truly changing something, theories geared towards concrete societal change. I feverishly produced my largest print in a matter of days, trying to encapsulate my frustration and anger in one fell swoop. This was a big step forward for me in that I finally said something I actually felt, but it’s still not a favorite print of mine. I was ashamed afterwards that all I could do was pronounce judgement. I offered no solutions, I just spewed contempt. An important lesson.


At Cranbrook, I found myself without much money for supplies, so I had to make due with what I found in trash cans and thrift stores. I happened across several beautifully printed custodial supply catalogs from the 50’s and 60’s and decided to make a bunch of collages playing with idiomatic and found phrases. All in all, these were relatively fun but not entirely successful. I had never made a suite of pieces before, so it made me really look at my motivations over time.