This piece is a commentary on my relationship with my family, my mother in particular and our clashing views on the world. It is a physical display of the separation between us which is in place with her mantra " No problem is solved with medicine" She has a rather large mental health stigma and believes that medication is for the weak. This collage holds elements of dada from my pasted in words, and holds some erasure underneath the title of the piece "what my mother taught me" I also used some linguistic decoration in order to lessen the harshness of the white boarder and bring the pieces (literary component and collage) together in a smoother way.
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January 2016
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