Monica S. Camin

This is a series where most of the characters in attendance have already disappeared, where the present and the absent become one: a transcendental existence.

I went to visit my father for the last time while he lay in a hospital bed in another country. Attached to machines through tubes in his throat, he was unable to communicate. There was fear in his eyes. I Condemn was a visceral response to that moment. The series progresses as I reflected on the passing of an entire nuclear family, time and space lost in memory; quality of life options and alternatives; and concluding with the POINT (viewed in Don Quijote), my coming to terms with the cycle of life.

Don Quijote comes from a dream: I saw my father laying in a hospital bed in an open landscape, my mother at his side. Laughing hard and calling attention to a point I hear him say, “And to think that I was so scared of death when it merely comes down to a Point, and this never disappears.”