I’ve been working with the short stories of my mother, incorporating text within the figures. I realized how we all have our hidden stories within us—they are always there but invisible to others. It’s easy to forget that most everyone is so caught up in their own story that they don’t really think about other peoples stories. We like to read stories, but if you look at a person you can’t know their story and even if you get to know them mostly their personal story is hidden (facebook and the internet changed the paradigm on this somewhat). Of course I knew this but realizing something and knowing something are, I believe, two entirely different things.
I wanted the background to feel magical yet threatening at the same time with layers of complexity. Maybe I should have titled it “Protect Us” instead of “Protect Me”?