Anna Peterson BFA Printmaking Thesis Spring 2021
In this work, I am joining the conversation about the illusion of nature and natural. Through weaving, sewing, carving, blending, collaborating with the sun, collaborating with the material, collaborating with my ancestors (kind of on accident, thanks for reaching out ya’ll).
This blanket represents a brief snippet of my nature, what is natural to me and the beings I love in this world. A collaboration with my memory through object and photo, a collaboration with my environment.
In the large pulp print I am printing it from a piece of “nature” from my home that I have carried with me a long time, commenting on the felt change of the “nature” at home and solastalgia, that missing of a home that no longer exists, that is forever entwined with your place of belonging. A collaboration with immediate selected nature, with written matter of past nature, and especially, a collaboration with the trees.
The rag rugs are a way to think, with motion. They were made by my great great great grandma Sweetie, and my mom, now me, but all in very different contexts, the nature of change and time. By collaborating with my ancestors through this medium I am exploring the natural canister that is me.
Redefining nature and natural for ourselves is important, because ridding of the rigid barriers present in the current definitions and encouraging the already mutating and working ways of language, will highlight the ever-present interconnection. Many people already know that the interconnection is there, and many people do not. They follow and enforce the very real in terms of impact, but fabricated barriers that degrade the environment, and uphold fucked up systems of power in this country.
Please explore the natural canister that is you. Take note of all the parts, pieces of the mesh, the blanket, you touch, all the pieces that touch you. Bring awareness to all the ways you weave in and out of the systems, the ways you intake, bring awareness to listen, digest and create new visions, new definitions with a pile of pulp that came from your gut.