Altadena Rubbings
In the months after the fire I had a habit of going up to the property. My brain knew I wasn’t going to find anything new but the other parts of me insisted. Eventually I started taking a flimsy easel I’d bought on craigslist and a set of pastels my friend Tyee gave me with intent to draw what I saw.
Within a few sessions I started picking up charred wood and other debris (with gloved hands) and used them for mark making. At this point I was still attempting to comprehend what I was seeing in a way that I could put it down on paper. The addition of a blunt natural instrument only frustrated me further. There was nothing to categorize, nothing to analyze. More information would not really help.
My frustration at my lack of control over the charcoal pieces or clarity about what to focus on peaked as I looked at the wide-open space around me. I searched the rubble until my eyes fell on the remnants of the front and back porch framing the destroyed sunken pile where my house once stood.
I noticed the pattern on the charred stucco of the wall and tore a piece of paper from my sketchbook and began to rub the charcoal on the paper against the charred and broken back porch.This allowed me to enter a sort of meditative state as I was able to physically embody much of what I was feeling in active motion. Motion aware and controlled enough to not rip the paper, but open enough to allow the damage to make its mark.
All of the drawings were created in Altadena between Fairoaks and Hill Street, North of New York Drive from February to July of 2025. Each piece is made using reclaimed charcoal and the rubble of Altadena. By July most of the debris had been cleared by Americorps making these 30 drawings a time capsule of the in between. From evacuating to getting a call that the house was gone, to digging through the rubble to then not being able to find a trace of my things, my life, or myself anywhere on the property.
While each individual piece contains different marks fueled by different emotions in different physical contexts, the whole body of work becomes a grief meditation.