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Jacquard weaving with cotton,
Dyed birch wood
25" x 27" x .25"
by Prisma Anna Maria Andrade
The act of immigration is an act of trauma. Trauma that leaves first wave immigrants unsentimental of their former life, leaving their descendants to piece together the remnants of familial and cultural history. Honduras to Spain. Spain to Honduras. Honduras to Texas. Texas to Chicago. In my work, I stitch together the remnants of my familial archive to create a home in the present. The practice of archiving is a ritual, one that honors the past and manifests the future. I look for my place in the archive, a place for my queerness and fluidity in a history of dominant masculinity and submissive femininity. I engage with cultural traditions of craft-making, ones that were reserved to the domestic sphere of my female ancestors, to confront the gender roles and heterocentricity instilled in Latin American familial dynamics. Cut and sewn, stitch by stitch, saturated in dye, all woven together. I reimagine the archive and stitch myself into place.
Jacquard weaving with cotton,
Dyed birch wood
25" x 27" x .25"
by Prisma Anna Maria Andrade
The act of immigration is an act of trauma. Trauma that leaves first wave immigrants unsentimental of their former life, leaving their descendants to piece together the remnants of familial and cultural history. Honduras to Spain. Spain to Honduras. Honduras to Texas. Texas to Chicago. In my work, I stitch together the remnants of my familial archive to create a home in the present. The practice of archiving is a ritual, one that honors the past and manifests the future. I look for my place in the archive, a place for my queerness and fluidity in a history of dominant masculinity and submissive femininity. I engage with cultural traditions of craft-making, ones that were reserved to the domestic sphere of my female ancestors, to confront the gender roles and heterocentricity instilled in Latin American familial dynamics. Cut and sewn, stitch by stitch, saturated in dye, all woven together. I reimagine the archive and stitch myself into place.