Just shy of two months after the Michael deMeng workshop in Saluda, NC, I've finished my Morpheus box. It certainly did morph... We started the boxes on the second day, which, given the fatigue that accompanies this illness, I should have known would surpass my ability to make a sentence, let alone construct anything creative. But, I did get a good start.
I brought it home with a voo-doo looking mask on one side of the rotating bar, and a transparency of a little girl and clock face on the opposing side. Hmm, how was I going to connect the two wildly disparate images? After stewing for a few weeks, I realized that, though I liked both sides, one of them had to go. I had dremeled out a niche for the mask/emblem, which was cool (love the flying dust), so I hated giving that up, but, not having any related objects, out it went.Once I cleared that hurdle, I began to think of morphing, changing, seasons.
I have a very dear aunt, who has been more like a second mother, and she is passing from this life, slipping a little further away each day. When I last went to visit her I realized that, although she is still breathing, giving slight indications of having one foot still in this life, her body is little more than a housing, a shell, her essence has already begun the final journey. Although it grieves me terribly, I decided to portray the seasons of life ending on a peaceful, somber, yet not dark and gloomy note. Once I had the idea straight, I was able to enter the state of flow and get to work. I didn't fully realize how symbolic this piece would be until I thought about who Morpheus was - the mythological god of sleep. Here's to you, Aunt Grey, may your final journey be one of peace and light.