Road To Tennessee
Flipping through a gay erotic magazine, the image of a man amid a woodland scene caught my eye and instantly reminded me of the shallow creek beds and wooded foothills of my childhood in rural Tennessee. The eroticized male is cut away so I can be filled in. His absence leaves only the echo of landscape, and here I embed unfinished patchwork, both a marker of my traditional background and a symbol of my own pieced-together identity. Aptly named "Road to Tennessee", this specific quilt pattern has a cage, or net-like appearance, which I cannot help but connect to my own feelings of being trapped in my personal journey to/from home.
