Hope in Every Step-Artwork Selections 3rd Prize.
by Juror Mark Tindle:
"These three woven panels are packed with meaning and vividly capture the experiences of the artist in thier family's attempts to enter the USA escaping a civil war in Central America. The work speaks to the feelings of fear, loss and confusing,which share paticularly strong-felt by children who exist together as one and the results is profoundly moving."
It's going to be exhibiting at First Presbyterian Church 1200 SW Alder Street Portland, OR 97205 during September & October 2021
weaving, appliqué, sewing
canvas, found-objects, woven
× 10 inches
I was six years old when I crossed the border.
I felt scared, anxious, and excited to get to the other side,
where my mother was. I didn't remember her well.
She left El Salvador for the US when I was three years old.
We tried to cross the border twice.
The first time they caught us.
I remember seeing this big 4x4 truck that was white and green.
On the side, it said: IMMIGRATION CUSTOMS ENFORCEMENT.
We had to go back through Tijuana, and stay in a run-down motel.
My Abuelita, Brother, Sister, and two coyotes stayed in one small room.
The next night, we tried a second attempt.
ICE caught us again!
The two coyotes ran away.
I sat in the 4x4 holding my sister's hand.
ICE talked to my Abuelita, and they agreed to let us go.
They had the same color of skin as we did.
We ran and ran—this is when I lost my shoe. It wasn’t just any shoe.
It was the shoe that my mom sent me from the US.
It was the shoe I wore for three years. It was special to me.
It was navy blue Mary-Jane, made from leather, with buckle straps.
And it had four ‘tears’ decorating the toe-cap.
I wonder where it is now?
Or has it decomposed somewhere in the desert?
In the third panel of El Zapato Trip-tik,
you can see a representation of my shoe,
resting near the chaparral prickly pear and
Silver cholla cacti.
Uncharted territory we are all a part of here in Oregon. We will get through this pandemic that has enveloped over us.
The lips showing the Tulip festival. For the little trees represent that half of my face is covered in it. I use hand embroidery to represent the trees and eyelashes to represent flowers that we love here in Oregon. The left is painted with coffee and the right is painted fabric. The colors are sea blue, chartreuse, and jade. That represents the rivers. I dream of this everyday.
I want to invoke that feeling of SCREAMING! I did this piece that I want to let go of all the unknown things that are happening at this time. I feel like I am getting buried in this grim, chaotic world. I feel like I am losing control of my life---but I am not. In this piece that I took from salvaged upholstery fabric, two masked monkeys are lovers in a jungle of coffee. (The monkeys I added the mask this year)