I painted only with black, white and various shades of grey, with just my index, middle and ring finger, on a 35 ft by 12 ft sheet of Linoleum Vinyl—the equivalent to Seven Queen-Sized Mattresses or the circumference of a humpback whale one might see in the Atlantic ocean.
I unraveled the vinyl across my studio floor, 12 feet at a time,like a scroll. The first and last stroke being the most vivid, while the hundreds of strokes in between were spent reminiscing about the days spent in my grandmother’s kitchen. My job was to sweep, mop, pick masa from my grandma’s fingers and occasionally pull out grey hairs.
