When I was little, my brothers were gone and my parents and I were sitting by the fire and I said “Ah, it’s just me and us.” I still sleep in my parents’ bed sometimes. Although it is taboo, I don’t think there will ever be an age where I stop. It is my warm, calm, safe haven. I am an adult child – a lot of the time too scared to face reality and responsibilities. But the relationship goes both ways; being empty-nesters, my parents often beg me to sleep with them. No matter how problematic it may be, I love the fact that we comfort each other’s emotional anxieties. I love my parents so much.
These are video stills from A Video to Margarita, which is made up of found family videos and audio that illustrate the experience of my father coming to Canada. This audio becomes somewhat of a video diary to his family in Venezuela and can be seen as a response to Venezuela’s current and ongoing political crisis.
These are stills from a video about the text messages my mom sends me. Since we do not call or see each other in person very often, we usually communicate through text. The texts presented are written in lipstick and the video includes audio of a lipstick tube being opened and closed. The sound of the lipstick tube represents the sound I associate my mom with, and in this instance, it stands in for her voice.
But she never said I love you, 2019.
These are stills from a video of my parents describing the lives they could of had, if they remained childless. C. Wisdom 2019
This is a still from a video of my parents. I asked them about their experiences with race and prejudices. The video aimed to highlight their contrasting experiences, however the results showed some endearing similarities and how their relationship has altered and shed light on their individual experiences.