This project was borne out of the recent sudden death of my father, a handkerchief, some emotive words written by a sibling on his death and the traumatic aftermath of a death processed according to particular societal and cultural mores. Interested artists and Individuals are invited to create an artwork on a handkerchief (any handkerchief not necessarily a man's) based around death/grief/bereavement and return it to me by mid July 2011 for inclusion in a show in Melbourne in August, 2011
Please note that due to the subject matter of this project (death/grief) some of the images on this blog might be disturbing.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Hili's Tune - Sol Lang
A tribute to my father, Yechiel (Hili) Lang.
This piece shows him in deep thought.
It was his last birthday and he knew it perhaps better than all of us - his family around him. We were all in denial while he was making himself ready for his next big adventure. He was well aware that the advanced cancer that took his lung has now travelled to his brain. There seemed to be no fear of death, rather deep contemplation and reflection.
The two mirror images are printed on two pieces of canvas and sewn together with coloured threads to form a pillow, filled with fibre stuffing to make it soft to the touch.
I used a handkerchief that belonged to my father as the surface on which I drew a composite image representing key subjects in his life.
Concentration camp fence
Violin and musical notes
Cobbler’s tools, nails and a shoe
Concert stage performance
Ship sailing into the distance
Five human silhouette figures (our family)
I tore the handkerchief into four pieces and attached each piece to the shaped pillow, each hanging at different distances from the pillow. These represent the varied distance in the past of each event as well as it’s importance as it diminishes due to the time passing.
I have also attached a small toy violin and a piece of genuine leather, both representing his two skills, violinist and cobbler, both of which saved him when the Soviet army liberated his camp and deported all unskilled prisoners back, into the cold deep east of Russia.
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