Antima Sanskara, Hand pulled silk screen on found vintage paper, 17”x 22”, 2018. Limited edition, edition of 30.
*Colors Varie, each print comes with one Antima Sanskara Sticker
I made this image a few years back, I’d just moved to the woods from SF, this was the second squirrel I’d picked up off the road...I was home alone for the first time this evening, with my back to the forest I laid out these objects, ceremonial tools some that I made some that were gifts, spearheads guiding me onto this path. Tools to bless this creature to pray for his soul, to honor his life, to perform the last sacred right. To witness and to honor the life that was taken by mindlessness and the disease of disconnect.
On the right is the squirrels hide/skin on the right is the squirrels body. Our spaceship our vessel our hides are resilient but atlas they are impermanent. This work is seeded deep within my knowing, when I was 8, I cared for my dearest kitten Nala whom I’d rescued from a dumpster & nursed back to health with a bottle, she followed me everywhere we were inseparable, until she followed me into the street one afternoon, I’d been playing with the neighbor boy his mom had stopped by in her giant suv she stopped to tell him something, she pulled up & sped off almost instantly as we’d run out to hear what she wanted it was then I realized Nala had also run out into the street! My heart exploded as the car pulled away there she was laying in the street!!! Blood dripping from her mouth!! I screamed to the boy to go get my dad!!! I laid there with Nala in the middle of the street holding her my face to the asphalt watching her take her last breath! My dad came out & got her, I cried myself to sleep! Hours later my dad woke me up & took me out to the back yard he’d buried her & made a beautiful wooden cross & inscribed NALA WE LOVE YOU! I was touched beyond words. Though her body lay in the backyard I would often find myself laying in the middle of the street, next to the blood stained asphalt where her life was ended. I felt connected to that spot!
The work that I do with roadkill, I’m sure is connected to this core memory/experience I am honoring the lives of these creatures trying to bring them comfort, to send my love in hopes that they may feel held, loved & to heal the violence that took their lives.