{"id":89,"count":7,"description":"Personal experiences often inspire my work. In my early forties, I was forced to come to terms with the deep-seated and unacknowledged sorrow of my young self, who at six years of age lost her mother. I realized that I had never mourned her death as a young girl. There was no space for it. It was as if she had simply disappeared into a hole.\r\n\r\nGrief takes several forms in the works in this theme. The early sculpture, Slipping through my Fingers <\/em>is the exploration of the grief felt at losing my father, who also died young, as well as all hope of developing a mature and adult relationship with him. My mother made her way into early artworks unconsciously through dreams. \r\n\r\nLearning to read and to write coincided with her death. My love-hate relationship to the written word, which is explored in Undoing the Printed Word<\/em>, was born out of this loss. Each word absorbed as a child was a step in recreating myself without my mother and a placing of words between my body and hers. This marked the beginning of a dialogue with absence that I have been exploring, breathing, falling into and ultimately searching for words and forms to describe. \r\n\r\nIn later works, I address her absence directly. Words were written in an attempt to make her feel more real. Her absence is made present in works such as, Bol de larmes (Bowl of Tears)<\/em>, Intersections-conjunctions<\/em>, Motherwall <\/em>and Mothertext<\/em>.\r\n\r\nMy mother died in winter \u2013 an accident with snow and ice. \u00a0Materials such as milk, snow (actual snow and television snow) and paper which figure in many works across all themes are metaphors for giving absence a presence (see Paper Made Visible)<\/em>, and my search for finding my place in the world (see Sense of Place on Earth<\/em>). All things white seem to me to be the colour of emptiness. I understand Kenya Hara<\/a> when he writes that white can contain temporal and spatial principals, as well as abstract concepts of nonexistence and zero. (White<\/em>, 2009)\r\n

Karen Trask in collaboration with Don Goodes, 2025<\/span>\r\n\r\n

===<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nMes exp\u00e9riences personnelles inspirent souvent mon travail. Au d\u00e9but de la quarantaine, j\u2019ai d\u00fb faire face \u00e0 la tristesse profonde et inavou\u00e9e de mon enfance \u2013 celle de la petite fille de six ans qui a perdu sa m\u00e8re. J\u2019ai r\u00e9alis\u00e9 que je n\u2019avais jamais fait le deuil de sa mort quand j\u2019\u00e9tais enfant. Il n\u2019y avait pas d\u2019espace pour \u00e7a. C\u2019\u00e9tait comme si elle avait simplement disparu dans un trou.\r\n\r\nMes deux parents sont morts jeunes. Le deuil prend plusieurs formes dans les \u0153uvres de ce th\u00e8me. La premi\u00e8re sculpture, Slipping through my Fingers<\/em>, est une exploration du chagrin que j\u2019ai ressenti en perdant mon p\u00e8re, ainsi que de tout espoir de d\u00e9velopper une relation mature et adulte avec lui. Ma m\u00e8re s\u2019est un chemin dans mes premi\u00e8res \u0153uvres de mani\u00e8re inconsciente, \u00e0 travers mes r\u00eaves. L\u2019apprentissage de la lecture et de l\u2019\u00e9criture a co\u00efncid\u00e9 avec sa mort. Les \u0153uvres dans D\u00e9faire le mot imprim\u00e9<\/em> traduisent ma relation ambivalente \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9crit, n\u00e9e de cette perte. Chaque mot absorb\u00e9 \u00e9tait une tentative de me reconstruire sans ma m\u00e8re, une fa\u00e7on de placer des mots entre mon corps et le sien. Cela a marqu\u00e9 le d\u00e9but d\u2019un dialogue avec l\u2019absence \u2013 un dialogue que j\u2019explore, respire, dans lequel je tombe, cherchant ultimement des mots et des formes pour le d\u00e9crire. Dans mes \u0153uvres plus r\u00e9centes, je confronte directement son absence. J\u2019ai \u00e9crit des mots pour tenter de la rendre plus r\u00e9elle. Son absence est rendue pr\u00e9sente dans des \u0153uvres telles que Bol de larmes<\/em>, Intersections-conjunctions<\/em>, Motherwall <\/em>et Mothertext<\/em>.\r\n\r\nMa m\u00e8re est morte en hiver \u2013 un accident li\u00e9 \u00e0 la neige et \u00e0 la glace. Des mat\u00e9riaux tels que le lait, la neige (neige r\u00e9elle et neige t\u00e9l\u00e9visuelle) et le papier, qui figurent dans de nombreuses \u0153uvres sur tous les th\u00e8mes, sont des m\u00e9taphores pour donner une pr\u00e9sence \u00e0 l\u2019absence (voir Papier rendu visible)<\/em>, et ma qu\u00eate pour trouver ma place dans le monde (voir Sentiment d\u2019appartenance \u00e0 la terre<\/em>). Tout ce qui est blanc me semble \u00eatre la couleur du vide. Je comprends Kenya Hara<\/a> lorsqu\u2019il \u00e9crit que le blanc peut contenir des principes temporels et spatiaux, ainsi que des concepts abstraits de non-existence et de z\u00e9ro. (White<\/em>, 2009)\r\n\r\n

Traduction: M\u00e9lissa Guay<\/p>","link":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/","name":"Grief \u2013 Deuil","slug":"grief","taxonomy":"awtheme","parent":0,"meta":{"order":7},"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\nGrief \u2013 Deuil Archives - Karen Trask<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Grief \u2013 Deuil Archives - Karen Trask\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Personal experiences often inspire my work. In my early forties, I was forced to come to terms with the deep-seated and unacknowledged sorrow of my young self, who at six years of age lost her mother. I realized that I had never mourned her death as a young girl. There was no space for it. It was as if she had simply disappeared into a hole. Grief takes several forms in the works in this theme. The early sculpture, Slipping through my Fingers is the exploration of the grief felt at losing my father, who also died young, as well as all hope of developing a mature and adult relationship with him. My mother made her way into early artworks unconsciously through dreams. Learning to read and to write coincided with her death. My love-hate relationship to the written word, which is explored in Undoing the Printed Word, was born out of this loss. Each word absorbed as a child was a step in recreating myself without my mother and a placing of words between my body and hers. This marked the beginning of a dialogue with absence that I have been exploring, breathing, falling into and ultimately searching for words and forms to describe. In later works, I address her absence directly. Words were written in an attempt to make her feel more real. Her absence is made present in works such as, Bol de larmes (Bowl of Tears), Intersections-conjunctions, Motherwall and Mothertext. My mother died in winter \u2013 an accident with snow and ice. \u00a0Materials such as milk, snow (actual snow and television snow) and paper which figure in many works across all themes are metaphors for giving absence a presence (see Paper Made Visible), and my search for finding my place in the world (see Sense of Place on Earth). All things white seem to me to be the colour of emptiness. I understand Kenya Hara when he writes that white can contain temporal and spatial principals, as well as abstract concepts of nonexistence and zero. (White, 2009) Karen Trask in collaboration with Don Goodes, 2025 === Mes exp\u00e9riences personnelles inspirent souvent mon travail. Au d\u00e9but de la quarantaine, j\u2019ai d\u00fb faire face \u00e0 la tristesse profonde et inavou\u00e9e de mon enfance \u2013 celle de la petite fille de six ans qui a perdu sa m\u00e8re. J\u2019ai r\u00e9alis\u00e9 que je n\u2019avais jamais fait le deuil de sa mort quand j\u2019\u00e9tais enfant. Il n\u2019y avait pas d\u2019espace pour \u00e7a. C\u2019\u00e9tait comme si elle avait simplement disparu dans un trou. Mes deux parents sont morts jeunes. Le deuil prend plusieurs formes dans les \u0153uvres de ce th\u00e8me. La premi\u00e8re sculpture, Slipping through my Fingers, est une exploration du chagrin que j\u2019ai ressenti en perdant mon p\u00e8re, ainsi que de tout espoir de d\u00e9velopper une relation mature et adulte avec lui. Ma m\u00e8re s\u2019est un chemin dans mes premi\u00e8res \u0153uvres de mani\u00e8re inconsciente, \u00e0 travers mes r\u00eaves. L\u2019apprentissage de la lecture et de l\u2019\u00e9criture a co\u00efncid\u00e9 avec sa mort. Les \u0153uvres dans D\u00e9faire le mot imprim\u00e9 traduisent ma relation ambivalente \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9crit, n\u00e9e de cette perte. Chaque mot absorb\u00e9 \u00e9tait une tentative de me reconstruire sans ma m\u00e8re, une fa\u00e7on de placer des mots entre mon corps et le sien. Cela a marqu\u00e9 le d\u00e9but d\u2019un dialogue avec l\u2019absence \u2013 un dialogue que j\u2019explore, respire, dans lequel je tombe, cherchant ultimement des mots et des formes pour le d\u00e9crire. Dans mes \u0153uvres plus r\u00e9centes, je confronte directement son absence. J\u2019ai \u00e9crit des mots pour tenter de la rendre plus r\u00e9elle. Son absence est rendue pr\u00e9sente dans des \u0153uvres telles que Bol de larmes, Intersections-conjunctions, Motherwall et Mothertext. Ma m\u00e8re est morte en hiver \u2013 un accident li\u00e9 \u00e0 la neige et \u00e0 la glace. Des mat\u00e9riaux tels que le lait, la neige (neige r\u00e9elle et neige t\u00e9l\u00e9visuelle) et le papier, qui figurent dans de nombreuses \u0153uvres sur tous les th\u00e8mes, sont des m\u00e9taphores pour donner une pr\u00e9sence \u00e0 l\u2019absence (voir Papier rendu visible), et ma qu\u00eate pour trouver ma place dans le monde (voir Sentiment d\u2019appartenance \u00e0 la terre). Tout ce qui est blanc me semble \u00eatre la couleur du vide. Je comprends Kenya Hara lorsqu\u2019il \u00e9crit que le blanc peut contenir des principes temporels et spatiaux, ainsi que des concepts abstraits de non-existence et de z\u00e9ro. (White, 2009) Traduction: M\u00e9lissa Guay\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Karen Trask\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\\\/\\\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"CollectionPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/awtheme\\\/grief\\\/\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/awtheme\\\/grief\\\/\",\"name\":\"Grief \u2013 Deuil Archives - Karen Trask\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/#website\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/awtheme\\\/grief\\\/#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/awtheme\\\/grief\\\/#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"Grief \u2013 Deuil\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/\",\"name\":\"Karen Trask\",\"description\":\"Official Artist Site\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\\\/\\\/guz.ca\\\/aopa-karentrask\\\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"Grief \u2013 Deuil Archives - Karen Trask","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"Grief \u2013 Deuil Archives - Karen Trask","og_description":"Personal experiences often inspire my work. In my early forties, I was forced to come to terms with the deep-seated and unacknowledged sorrow of my young self, who at six years of age lost her mother. I realized that I had never mourned her death as a young girl. There was no space for it. It was as if she had simply disappeared into a hole. Grief takes several forms in the works in this theme. The early sculpture, Slipping through my Fingers is the exploration of the grief felt at losing my father, who also died young, as well as all hope of developing a mature and adult relationship with him. My mother made her way into early artworks unconsciously through dreams. Learning to read and to write coincided with her death. My love-hate relationship to the written word, which is explored in Undoing the Printed Word, was born out of this loss. Each word absorbed as a child was a step in recreating myself without my mother and a placing of words between my body and hers. This marked the beginning of a dialogue with absence that I have been exploring, breathing, falling into and ultimately searching for words and forms to describe. In later works, I address her absence directly. Words were written in an attempt to make her feel more real. Her absence is made present in works such as, Bol de larmes (Bowl of Tears), Intersections-conjunctions, Motherwall and Mothertext. My mother died in winter \u2013 an accident with snow and ice. \u00a0Materials such as milk, snow (actual snow and television snow) and paper which figure in many works across all themes are metaphors for giving absence a presence (see Paper Made Visible), and my search for finding my place in the world (see Sense of Place on Earth). All things white seem to me to be the colour of emptiness. I understand Kenya Hara when he writes that white can contain temporal and spatial principals, as well as abstract concepts of nonexistence and zero. (White, 2009) Karen Trask in collaboration with Don Goodes, 2025 === Mes exp\u00e9riences personnelles inspirent souvent mon travail. Au d\u00e9but de la quarantaine, j\u2019ai d\u00fb faire face \u00e0 la tristesse profonde et inavou\u00e9e de mon enfance \u2013 celle de la petite fille de six ans qui a perdu sa m\u00e8re. J\u2019ai r\u00e9alis\u00e9 que je n\u2019avais jamais fait le deuil de sa mort quand j\u2019\u00e9tais enfant. Il n\u2019y avait pas d\u2019espace pour \u00e7a. C\u2019\u00e9tait comme si elle avait simplement disparu dans un trou. Mes deux parents sont morts jeunes. Le deuil prend plusieurs formes dans les \u0153uvres de ce th\u00e8me. La premi\u00e8re sculpture, Slipping through my Fingers, est une exploration du chagrin que j\u2019ai ressenti en perdant mon p\u00e8re, ainsi que de tout espoir de d\u00e9velopper une relation mature et adulte avec lui. Ma m\u00e8re s\u2019est un chemin dans mes premi\u00e8res \u0153uvres de mani\u00e8re inconsciente, \u00e0 travers mes r\u00eaves. L\u2019apprentissage de la lecture et de l\u2019\u00e9criture a co\u00efncid\u00e9 avec sa mort. Les \u0153uvres dans D\u00e9faire le mot imprim\u00e9 traduisent ma relation ambivalente \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9crit, n\u00e9e de cette perte. Chaque mot absorb\u00e9 \u00e9tait une tentative de me reconstruire sans ma m\u00e8re, une fa\u00e7on de placer des mots entre mon corps et le sien. Cela a marqu\u00e9 le d\u00e9but d\u2019un dialogue avec l\u2019absence \u2013 un dialogue que j\u2019explore, respire, dans lequel je tombe, cherchant ultimement des mots et des formes pour le d\u00e9crire. Dans mes \u0153uvres plus r\u00e9centes, je confronte directement son absence. J\u2019ai \u00e9crit des mots pour tenter de la rendre plus r\u00e9elle. Son absence est rendue pr\u00e9sente dans des \u0153uvres telles que Bol de larmes, Intersections-conjunctions, Motherwall et Mothertext. Ma m\u00e8re est morte en hiver \u2013 un accident li\u00e9 \u00e0 la neige et \u00e0 la glace. Des mat\u00e9riaux tels que le lait, la neige (neige r\u00e9elle et neige t\u00e9l\u00e9visuelle) et le papier, qui figurent dans de nombreuses \u0153uvres sur tous les th\u00e8mes, sont des m\u00e9taphores pour donner une pr\u00e9sence \u00e0 l\u2019absence (voir Papier rendu visible), et ma qu\u00eate pour trouver ma place dans le monde (voir Sentiment d\u2019appartenance \u00e0 la terre). Tout ce qui est blanc me semble \u00eatre la couleur du vide. Je comprends Kenya Hara lorsqu\u2019il \u00e9crit que le blanc peut contenir des principes temporels et spatiaux, ainsi que des concepts abstraits de non-existence et de z\u00e9ro. (White, 2009) Traduction: M\u00e9lissa Guay","og_url":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/","og_site_name":"Karen Trask","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"CollectionPage","@id":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/","url":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/","name":"Grief \u2013 Deuil Archives - Karen Trask","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/#website"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/awtheme\/grief\/#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"Grief \u2013 Deuil"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/#website","url":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/","name":"Karen Trask","description":"Official Artist Site","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/awtheme\/89","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/awtheme"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/taxonomies\/awtheme"}],"wp:post_type":[{"href":"https:\/\/guz.ca\/aopa-karentrask\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?awtheme=89"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}