This is what i've been thinking about this summer as i get ready to visit the cemeteries of Paris. I've always been fascinated by graveyards. I can remember my family teasing me when i was a child and we'd be out for a Sunday drive i'd see a cemetery and get excited. It's always enjoyable and calming to walk through the green space of a graveyard and read the tombs and wonder about the people buried there. And it's something like an art gallery, with the quiet and the different sculptures. I've been trying to think of cemeteries as material rather than object, so to use them in some way other than depicting them.
This is the grave of Harold Foster who died January 18th, 1960 and is buried in Toronto's Saint James Cemetery. The shirt is my addition.
This is the grave of Harold Foster who died January 18th, 1960 and is buried in Toronto's Saint James Cemetery. The shirt is my addition.
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