This is perhaps one of the most enigmatic
projects for most of my friends to understand. This car only lasted a month and
was based on a comic book reference only I understood.
On the surface artistic level, Mogo
represents the death of an idea. A dream that failed before its time.
Personally, this car was my first attempt at fatherly responsibility for my new
son. I didn’t just get a car; I made it mine and his. It represented my
intentions to be the man I wanted so badly to be for my son. And I failed. Or
the car failed him, but at that time in my life I was entering a very
depressive episode. It wasn't the car that triggered the depression, but rather
my feelings of complete inadequacy to raise a son. Mogo was intended to be a
symbol of my paternal protection for this new boy, but instead it became a
symbol of how I really felt. The car wasn’t going to make it better. Only my
son could. To this day, I still feel inadequate for the love my son gives me.
So much in my life, I have been proven undeserving of other's love. No matter
what they have said, constant rejection leaves me with little else in
confidence. But my son, he loves me no matter how stupid I am. During the year
Mogo was in my barn I struggled really hard to breathe some life into this
emerald Green Lantern car. It sat as a stark reminder of how much work I had to
do. Eventually, I decided it was dead and gone. It was over. That didn’t mean
it wasn’t important. So I chose to build a memorial out of it and hung it on
the barn it languished in for so long. It took a while, but finally I made
something respectful and good out of my failed ambition. Maybe I can do the
same for Xander.
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