In the early spring of 1982 my two gypsy parents found a small child in the crook of a tree, that child sustained my family for 8 weeks until the snow thawed and we were able to make our way to a nearby encampment. My mother, a crystal healer and palm reader by trade, bartered with the locals for provisions and supplies. In the meantime my father seduced the locals with soapbox tales of a mystical herb he called “Lawry’s seasoning salt.” My brother and I amused ourselves with games of chance until my family was well enough to move on. We crossed the desert, two oceans, and a very large termite mound until we found ourselves passage on a Nantucket Whaler headed for the Galapagos. The trip was ill-fated, and here we remain, adrift.
About the piece above:
The above piece is Marty’s MFA Thesis Exhibition. It features a customized steel coffin, silicone cast, handmade costume, uncounted number of red roses, prayer cards, etc. In the piece a fictitious war comes to a decided end with the death and presentation of the corpse of “the general.”