This work grapples with a feeling of existential solitude that one experiences inside a body, a room, a city. Being alone on a bus, in a hospital ward, or in a library.
These drawings go through phases of loneliness, frustration, solitude, anger, and resolution.
This is the work we started back at the beginning of the pandemic, and this series stayed with us for several years.
Being left inside a room in NYC, surrounded by our immigrant family. Far away from where we were before. We are ultimately on our own, but who isn’t?
Through sincere and detailed depictions of our experiences, we expose how we all come to this world and leave it alone and what it means as a universal feeling.
My Hands/Staring at My Hands, oil pastel on paper, 29.7 x 21 cm
Where I Live, oil pastel on paper, 29.7 x 21 cm
Draft in the Room, oil pastel on paper, 29.7 x 21 cm
Thoughts Near the Kitchen Table, oil pastel on paper, 29.7 x 21 cm