I owned and renovated an 1842 home in the heart of a town that changed hands eight times in four years during the Civil War. That home had whispering walls. With every layer I sanded, chipped away at, or revealed — a new piece of provenance emerged. As my intimate knowledge of my home grew I felt very aware of [and connected to] the multitude of humans who dreamed, loved, toiled and died within its walls. Be they warriors on the ground or their families who supported them from afar … a lineage of presence remains.
These drawings are to be viewed against a white wall — their lines evident only through the exposure of the shadow. Series contains 100 heads @ approximately 3.0″ tall x 2.5″ wide and supplemental abstract imagery of sounds that stemmed from the house.