Collaborative installation: Stephanie, Kara, Zac, Megan, and Kim (me)
Stephanie, Zac, Megan, and Kara collectively chose an abandoned funeral home that they discovered during their scavenger hunt in Old North St. Louis. We decided to hold a memorial for the building, and we each created prints inspired by a specific aspect of funerals.
Note the solitary pew, and the massive heap of tires that appeared between our first and second visits.
In honor of the Victorian architecture of the mansion turned funeral home, Zac researched Victorian lifestyle and came across this lexicon of Victorian flower meanings. Zac, Stephanie, and I each chose a flower and created prints inspired by its meaning.
I chose lilacs, which represent beauty and pride.
Using images of lilacs, I carved a woodcut that I then tiled on rice paper to make a funeral shroud.
Veils and shrouds represent the barrier between life and death, as well a barrier in the way of understanding. They are part of both weddings and funerals, so the funeral shroud represents not only mourning but also the cycle of growth and decay. I wanted my prints to interact with the space in a hopeful way, memorialize the space's better days, and leave a prayer or spell for regeneration.
Once I saw the space, I was fascinated the textures and patterns in the decaying building and really wanted to hang my prints against the brick wall and peeling paint.

We were armed with several kinds of tape, paper towels, and 409, but the grimy walls defeated all of my hanging efforts. Everything fell down after about half a minute.
This worked out for the best, because when we assembled our work in a sculptural construction using found objects from the space, my prints functioned as a literal funeral shroud.
My prints mirrored elements of Zac's scattered apple blossoms and Stephanie's lily bouquet, but the variety of styles and colors schemes gave the installation the feeling of a shrine to the funeral home.

A closeup of Zac's flower cutouts next to my woodcuts.
Overall, our project turned out to be a very hopeful memorial.
As a followup to the piece, I salvaged a couple of old boards from the collapsed part of the building. When I was trying, to no avail, to tape my work to the wall, the tape took off all kinds of paint, dirt, and weird chalky stuff. I thought maybe I could make some prints using the grime already on the boards instead of using ink.
Look at the gunk on those walls!
So I got some paper and some spray adhesive and ran the boards through the press, which worked surprisingly well.
I'm particularly excited about the texture of these prints - the grain of the wood is embossed into the paper, and some splinters of wood and paint stuck to the adhesive.
The prints are ghostly and ethereal, and function something like death masks, commemorating the face of the building in death. The colors also remind me of ashes and cremation.
I'm really fascinated with this process and I think I'll continue to explore it in the future.