Flower and Flame
In my experience teaching Modern and Contemporary Art History at an engineering university conceptual art was one of the hardest movements for my students to grasp.
This image of my mother is placed behind a piece of plate glass which had been my inking slab. As I walked the remains of the studio I identified a photo of my mother by the location of a charred frame in the ruins. The urn which holds her ashes had been the only thing not destroyed on top of a cabinet. This piece came together as I thought of her presence. Where do our loved ones reside when we feel them in times of complete despair?