Here lies ashes of Art Morgan buried at the foot of Sakura Tree at Forest Law Cemetery close to Mother’s gravesite.
Father and Son
wearing the same outfit
black turtle neck, black jacket, black coat.
Can I tell the difference?
young and older,
It was Remembrance Day.
Father was in town for the legion
to commemorate Remembrance Day.
Where have you been hiding this young lady?
asked Father to Son.
Where have you been hiding your father?
a thought I kept to myself for the Son.
He was an army pilot during World War II.
Father survived the war,
got married, raised a
family of four.
I was happy to meet Father but
death came to soon.
in his own
Have you seen a
grown man cry?
Son was inconsolable.
In Father’s bedroom
there I sat on his bed and lit
a candle to say a little prayer
and left the candle burning
by the bedside table.
WHO LIT A CANDLE!
Scream came out of Son’s mouth
hush, it was me, hush
wishing I could take away his
time to scatter the ashes on top
of the mountain
overlooking the lake.
One by one
the family took handful of ashes
blown to smithereens
carried by the wind.
Mine placed in a small container
for Father’s ashes to bury him
at the cemetery.
At the foot of the Sakura tree
is where I buried his ashes
near Mother’s resting place.
Father’s bible was given to me
in memory of Son’s Father.
There is no answer to Why.
will always remind
me of Father and Son.
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These figures spring from their history, shedding an old skin and metamorphosing into their dream self. This aspect of ourselves is much less tangible than our genealogy; it is the identity we fashion through this ancient dust, the core we meet in the mirror. The self that is much deeper than the colour of our skin. The one we dare not speak, our heart’s desire, our secret hopes, our sacred place. This is the one to be honoured now, back to the source where all tribes meet.
Family Mosaic is a sculptural portrait of a seven-month pregnant woman alongside her husband, who is laying his head on her stomach, anxious to hear the heartbeat of their new-born child.
This piece is from a series of figurative sculptures entitled Tribes that deal with the motion of mixed ethnic backgrounds. All of the decorative detailing and colours in the work are representative of some aspect of their lives such as their cultural heritage and personal history.
The mother, whose work involves aiding people with communication, has always had a passion for language and art. The yoke of her dress depicts a typical embroidery sampler from the turn of the century representing her German and Italian ancestry. Her face is partly covered by a Venetian carnival mask and in her hand she holds her favorite instrument, the violin
The father who was born at Vancouver General Hospital, was raised in Hong Kong until age 10. His subsequent return to Canada is shown through the map on his back. The chopsticks in his hand and the rice embedded in his arm portray his family’s enthusiasm for the culinary arts. Other details refer to his first career as a geologist where he was the sole survivor of a helicopter crash. He is now a school teacher and is an avid storyteller.
The drum on the father’s back symbolizes the child, who by age two was enthralled with percussion and music. He is representative of a generation of young Canadians of mixed heritage who will hopefully be free to celebrate their diversity and value of the richness of their cultural identity.
Family Mosaic by Nicole Dextras donated by the artist in 2003 to VGH &
UBC Foundation. The art work andtranscriptare on display at
Vancouver General Hospital.
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