My father died at age 64. Convicted of murder at the age of 25 (while intoxicated) my father spent the majority of his life in prison. Desperate to avoid a similar fate for her children, my mother relocated us off tribal lands and avoided contact with tribal members. Thus my education on my Klamath culture and my relationship with my father was absent.
Although I never had much of a chance to know my father I strive to honor him. My feelings toward my father are contradictory. I love him and idolize him, but I am repulsed by his acts of violence and alcohol abuse. Through the process of art making I research him. I interrogate each photograph and through this process I have a relationship with him.
The process of recreating these images brings me closer to the people or location depicted. Through my painting process I am able to have a relationship with deceased loved ones such my father, Walt.
As an adult I find my loss of identity devastating. I have come to the realization that I am the end of the line. I wish to fight the loss of my history aggressively through research. I am interested in my position as a half breed. Through my research of my father and family I find myself both the archeologist and the artifact. I see my work as contemporary artifact.