zero waste sculpture
The Story
CDMX
Telmex payphones were common and an absolute delight for us to happen upon. Sometimes I don't realize how much a trip inspires me until I am back home and the little things I am missing from the trip start to resurface.
There are many elements of Mexico City in this sculpture.
Mexico City
is full of colors
The street art inspired my color choices. I love the whimsical and playfulness of the graffiti I got to witness in CDMX.
Hold
the phone
My Dad was always on the phone
Growing up the daughter of a very busy doctor, I grew up around E-Waste. I played with copy machines. I had access to 10 different type writers.
I got to watch my Dad dictate his memos and transcribe his echo-cardiograms.
I ripped perforated edges off of my typed essays as they came out in one accordion shape, hot and folded.
I love all of this. Phones represented a lot for me. And my Dad.
"Page your Father"
If I wanted to ask my Dad something, if my Mom needed to know when is he coming home for dinner, if I needed to get someone to help me with my Science homework- I picked up the kitchen wall phone- I typed in the pager number and paged my Dad. I hung up and waited.
He would call back and we could chat and connect.
Before he got his first Nokia phone in the very late 90's he might have to stop into a payphone to call me.
There was a payphone at our church.
A payphone at Safeway.
A payphone at the airport.
It was how we stayed connected.
Phones mean't I could talk to my Dad. Someone that I didn't have a lot of access to in general.
