Breathe

I watched my grandmother deal with chronic Asthma for years until she could no longer breathe on her own and was put on a respirator. I was with her when she died from her inability to breathe. I watched her take her last breath. This was five years before the pandemic. The Trump years, the pandemic, and the death of George Floyd at the hands of the police had many holding their breath.

 

In the summer of 2021, the act of breathing preoccupied me. The anxiety of that time is summed up by bringing attention to the delicate act of breathing. Laser-cut text on
painted wood and acrylic panels.