Artist: M. Lowwater
Mixed Media • 12" x 24"
(Media includes acrylics, watercolor, photography, photoshop, collage and ink.)

The piece reads:

    She was a different kind of class,
    He was a world of energy,
    living in the room next to me.
    She was hard–core adventure.
    They've all come to pass.
    Easy as arithmatic,
    Recalling my losses.

This piece is an homage to the three most significant losses in my life; my aunt Linda, my cousin Brent, and one of my childhood best friends, Jen. Their qualities are summed up very concisely in the text, while the method in which they died is represented with very literal symbols. The person sitting in the chair is myself, adorned and empowered by my losses.

Era Piqueño
Artist: M. Lowwater
Mixed Media • 9" x 12"
(Media includes acrylics, watercolor, photography, photoshop, collage and ink.)

The piece reads:

    One song, constant repeat. It's an occasional trick
    I pull out of my sleeve. I feel like with this one
    I'm greiving. I'm mourning the death of the
    insecure little boy inside of me.
    I'm thinking about things in a
    different way, in a way I would never let my counsious self
    I think I'm greiving.
    Coming to terms, finally
    using the appropriate terms.
    It was painful.
    I can admit that now.
    I feel something leaving,
    I think I'm greiving.
    Fallowing the stages,  
    everything has its place.
    It's just mourning
    the death of the
    insecure boy inside of me,
    going through the stages
    of grief. The first one
    took 23 years,
    denial was tough. But
    once I jumped that
    hurdle, the rest weren't.
    Good bye. I'm not sure
    what else to say. I can't
    tell you I'll miss you.
    I guess I can still tell you,
    I love you.

Era Piqueño focuses on my coming out of the closet and serves as an homage to the emotional passage of, what I refer to as, the "insecure little boy inside of me." The main image is one of me in a photo as a child, which is in black and white, and dead. The only part of his body in color is his sleeve, which bears the colors of the rainbow and his mask, representing his passing, is also colorful and alive, as is the glow around him. The honesty of the text, which was pulled from a journal entry during my coming out, can only exist with is passing. This metaphorical death for me was very real. I seemed to be experiencing the standard stages of grief. And much like many who have passed, we are eased that they are no longer suffering. Which is very much the sentiment the piece ends on, telling my younger self, "I love you."

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