Gabriela Medeiros

Senior Thesis

Spring 2018

Mi Primera Muerte (My First Death)

“I want to be able to feel this way all the time. To be able to laugh about

the things that have happened to me, baggage and all, light and dark. To own

it handily enough so that it could be funny and horrifying at once. Maybe this is

the idea I’ve been looking for. Maybe this is something close.”

-Kayla Rae Whitaker, “The Animators.”

Six years ago in June, I woke from a dreamy slumber unable to move. It

was as if, overnight, somehow, the actual weight of the world came to rest on

my chest. After many failed attempts to sit up straight, I plopped off my bed

(which felt like a hundred-foot drop) onto the hardwood floor of my bedroom.

After a long day of MRIs and needles and a plethora of blonde women in

scrubs tying my hair up and adjusting my sheets, I was informed of the gravity

of the situation. Apparently, at the ripe old age of 16, I had suffered a minor

Ischemic stroke. Struggling to stay conscious, a few days later I had another

much larger, much more serious stroke. A month in the hospital, two weeks in

rehab, and a couple dozen medications later, I was expected to reenter the

world, a world that had changed so much and yet so little in this short span of

time. I had to learn a new language and discover a new way to communicate

with people who could not relate to my experiences. I needed to find a way to

talk about the things that happened to me in a way that made sense.

In the intervening years, I’ve found refuge in words and art: the things I

wanted to say but never knew how. The renowned painter, Frida Kahlo, once

said, “My painting carries within it the message of pain.” She was a woman who

knew a great deal about fragility and toughness, and the loneliness that

accompanies grieving who you used to be, knowing that you’ll forever be

changed. Through an exploration of media and technique, and drawing

inspiration from Frida Kahlo, Glenn Ligon, Antonio Gaudi, Sylvia Plath, Kathë

Kollowitz, and the medical world, I aim to create art that carries the weight and

the emotions I can no longer hold onto, and from my work, I trust that the

audience will walk away with a new understanding of the human condition.

When asked the question, “what did it feel like to have a stroke?” My

answer is simple: it feels like your limbs are slowly turning into sandbags; as if

there is a glitch in gravity and an otherworldly source is pulling you against

your will to the ground. This analogy sparked an idea in my beautifully broken

brain. The one image I can’t shake is the idea of sandbags. Upon researching

this somewhat random topic, I discovered that sandbags are more engaging

than I once thought. In preparation for a flood, people will often build wall-like

structures out of sandbags. The sand is so dense that it stops the water from

seeping through, similar to the way a blood clot can prevent blood from

properly circulating to your brain. Other uses for sandbags are in military

trenches and bunkers, shielding glass windows in war zones, and utilized as

backup protection for military tanks and vehicles. Sandbags are so cheap and

versatile, that they are used in many ways, but primarily for survival and

protection.

I recently dove into the world of sculpture, deciding that I needed to go

beyond my traditional printmaking practice and incorporate 3D materials. It is

important that the work created for my thesis exhibition exists in the world, not

just on paper. It needs to take up physical space and occur in reality. It needs

to be aggressive, but delicate at the same time. This is why I decided to create

a sandbag barricade. I am making each individual sandbag out of various

fabrics, which are then printed with a woodcut image, filled with sand, and

arranged in my space.

Originally, the plan was to make the sand bags out of burlap, as they

would traditionally be seen out in the world, but since the burlap is loosely

woven, the material wasn’t picking up ink the way I needed it to. The image

was printing in an engaging way, but it wasn’t right for this piece. I needed a

solid black and white image. So I decided to expand my options and take a

look at some other materials. I walked through the aisles in the fabric stores

waiting for inspiration to strike. I had no idea what I was looking for and

decided to go with whichever material spoke me. I gathered a few swatches

and did some test prints before deciding on two fabrics. One is a mauve

crushed velvet. The other, a light blue patterned cotton. I was drawn to the

velvet because for me, it represents femininity, vulnerability, and adds a

dreamy quality to the piece. Velvet is delicate; it is soft to the touch and

familiar, unlike the blue cotton material, which has a pattern reminiscent of a

hospital gown. At first glance it looks inviting, but upon closer inspection, you

will notice an ambiguous plant repeated in an unwelcoming, grid-like pattern.

The material is firm and uncomfortable. Once filled with sand, these inanimate

pieces of cloth take on a new life, or lack thereof, mimicking the stiff cold body

of a corpse.

The famous Spanish Architect, Antonio Gaudí, approaches sandbags in

a different way. The intended purpose of his sandbag art was for architectural

design. His work wasn’t focused on the sand, but inspired by it. Pablo Alvarez

Funes, a practicing architect and lecturer in Madrid, writes on

sacredarchitecture.org, that Gaudí built his structure of ropes and sandbags to

create an inverted profile of La Sagrada Familia. Alvarez Funes states,

“With these models he determined the inclination of the supporting

tree-columns and optimized structural behavior to transmit loads to its

core. In this way elements work in compression and bent elements are

minimized. This also brings down loads to major interior pillars and not

to perimeter buttresses.”

The model he created is beautiful in and of itself. It shows structure and

support. It also allows Gaudí to calculate and build the most organically

shaped framework. This structure metaphorically bears the weight of religion,

and it literally bears weight.

Another artist whose art is literally and metaphorically heavy is American

conceptual artist Glenn Ligon. Ligon experiments with many techniques such

as painting, printmaking, photography, and installation art. Focusing on

identity and featuring appropriated text, Ligon states: "I consider all the work

I've done self-portraits filtered through other people's texts." Ligon tackles

issues such as race, gender, sex, and citizenship. He brings American history to

the present by “recontextualiz[ing] culturally loaded materials.” (Rothfuss &

Carpenter, P.352). According to Rothfuss and Carpenter, “he seems to remind

us, something as complex as a human being cannot be captured in mere

words.” Ligon collaborated with Korean-American artist Byron Kim, to create

the 1993 piece titled “Rumble Young Man, Rumble.” It is a standard issue

punching bag, which features an excerpt from a Muhammad Ali speech

stenciled on its side. This piece is designed to stimulate the viewer’s senses by

requiring circling the bag in order to read the text. In doing so, the viewer

almost mimics the movement of a boxer dancing around the ring. Ligon puts

the audience in the shoes of his subject in a subtle, yet powerful way. In a

similar manner, I aim to place my audience in my shoes, engulfed by the

weight of the world and surrounded by fragile and scattered non-linear

memories. The viewer must walk around my piece as though in a maze to

experience it, and upon closer inspection, will notice that each sandbag is

printed with a hand-carved woodblock with imagery hinting towards a medical

emergency. Combining tangible photographs and journal entries from the

time, with intangible feelings, memories, and emotions, I produce hauntingly

intimate images and compositions.

The only way I can even begin to describe the affection I feel towards

relief printing is in the words of German Printmaker, Kathë Kollowitz. On page

98 of Kollowitz’s book, “The Diary and Letters of Kathë Kollowitz,” the artist

writes: “Expression is all that I want, and therefore I told myself that the simple

line of the lithograph was best suited to my purposes. But the results of my

work, […] never have satisfied me.” In a similar manner, I assumed that my

passion for drawing would best be translated into lithographic prints. I was

drawn to that process because it seemed limitless. Through lithography, the

artist is open to a wider range of mark making tools, and an entire grey scale,

whereas in relief printing, there are only solid colors and a limited number of

marks you can make. Much like Kollowitz, however, I too was less than satisfied

with the quality of my work. This is then when I turned to relief. “Since I have

been doing woodcuts I find the technique full of temptation.” (Kollowitz, p.

104). I find that through this process, I am able to be more expressive than I

imagined, and my imagery becomes playful, minimalistic, and eye-catching,

while still portraying a sense of darkness and humor.

When showing my work to my peers, the unfilled bags often get

mistaken for pillowcases, which makes me think; how do I want my audience to

react to my art? Am I comfortable with people assuming that my creation is soft

and fluffy as opposed to cold and hard? I sat down and thought of all the

qualities of pillows. I made a word web starting at pillow, which branched

outward to soft, delicate, comforting, and familiar. One word, however, stood

out among the rest; intimate. Sharing a pillow with someone is an inherently

intimate experience. There is a certain bond you have to share with a person in

order to be comfortable lying next to them and bringing them into your space.

I am curating my experience in the most intimate way I can. By making it light

and welcoming on the outside, but harsh and heavy on the inside, I am

masking my darkness in velvet and cotton. There is something I find very

interesting about the idea of someone resting their head on one of these

“pillows” and being completely startled when it turns out that it isn’t what it

appears to be. When a person falls ill, particularly with many chronic illnesses,

the symptoms tend to be invisible to outsiders. Unless the person has a visible

disability, they are suffering in silence. On the outside, they may appear to be

highly functioning, but are forced to adapt to a new sense of “normal” in the

face of both physical and emotional trauma.

Frida Kahlo spent most of her life in a great deal of pain. She contracted

polio at a young age and was later involved in a trolley accident that left her

permanently disabled and prone to a life of surgery and illness. She began

painting after the accident. Since Kahlo was bedridden in a plaster body cast,

followed by a succession of plaster corsets, her photographer-father set up a

mirror and easel in his daughter’s bed allowing her to begin her career as a

self-portrait painter. Her work showcases a mixture of darkness and wit when

creating works about her experiences. Christina Burrus states on page 11 of

her book “Frida Kahlo: painting her own reality,” that, “Frida would always be

haunted by death and violence but remained strongly attached to life.” This

attachment and will to survive is the driving force that launched her career.

Like most artists, Glenn Ligon, Antonio Gaudí, Frida Kahlo and Kathë

Kollowitz have recurring themes in their works. Glenn Ligon often references

the struggle of grappling with one’s own identity. He uses appropriated text

and found objects to do so. Gaudí creates whimsical, fantastical buildings

drawing inspiration from nature. His vivid colors and unique textures are what

draw the viewer in, but his minimal use of harsh edges and sharp corners are

what really makes them think. Frida Kahlo regularly speaks about the

relationship we, as humans, have with life and death. She allows herself to be

vulnerable yet tough by painting a number of self-portraits in which she is

making direct eye contact with the audience during a time of intense suffering.

She curates scenes in her fantasy world composed of dark, sometimes-gory

images, industrial mechanics, Mexican culture, and of course, her famous

unibrow. Kollowitz, on the other hand, deals with death in a more absolute way

than Kahlo. Kollowitz focuses her work on soldiers and memorials, sometimes

gravestones. Her views on death aren’t as optimistic as Kahlo, but they carry a

sense of respect and sorrow. Her woodcut prints are strikingly graphic and

intensely emotional.

Sylvia Plath once wrote, “I wanted each and every one of them, but

choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide,

the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the

ground at my feet.” Here, she is expressing her feelings of distress. She is so

caught up in her anxiety, which stems from deeply embedded trauma that she

is struggling to rationally exist in reality. This excerpt from “The Bell Jar,” has

really resonated with me since I first read it in 2016. In life, as we all probably

know by now, unexpected events happen. Sometimes, these occurrences are

serendipitous, but the ones that tend to stick with us are the traumatic ones. A

common misconception about trauma is that it is caused by one major event.

In actuality, trauma can be defined as a compiled result of a series of negative

events mixed with underdeveloped coping skills.

Some events that may just roll off the backs of certain people can deeply

affect others, sending them into a state of emotional shock. This shock can lead

the affected person to develop triggers and disabilities. The most important

thing when dealing with trauma is simply how we deal with it. We are forced to

adapt to a new way of life and keep moving forward, or die. The journey that

traumatized people go through is inherently a search for completion. They are

looking for the missing parts of themselves, while still remaining guarded and

insecure. The work I have created for this show is the embodiment of my own

trauma. In making this piece, I am in a sense purging my past. I want to show

people what trauma looks like, what it feels like. I want to show them that being

vulnerable is the greatest weapon you can bring into battle when fighting for

your sanity, and fighting for your life.

Works Cited:

-Burrus, Christina. “Frida Kahlo: painting her own reality.” Abrams, 2008.

-Williams, Carla. “Ligon, Glenn.” www.glbtq.com, Glbtq, inc., 2015.

-Avlarez Funes, Pablo. “Barcelona Catechism.”

www.sacredarchitecture.org, Sacred Architecture Journal, 2011. Vol. 19.

-Rothfuss, Joan, and Carpenter, Elizabeth. “Bits & Pieces Put Together to

Present a Semblance of a Whole- Glenn Ligon” MoMa.Org, Walker Art

Center, 2005.

- Kollwitz, Kathë. “The diary and letters of Kathë Kollwitz.” Northwestern

University Press, 1988.

-Plath, Sylvia. “The Bell Jar.” New York: Harper & Row, 1971. Print.