Skulls

Fall’s gruesome holidays are almost upon us. I’ve been invited to participate in a Day of the Dead art exhibition, and spent last night sewing “lucha libre” skulls. At the opening on Nov. 1st I’ll ask people to write remembrances of their grandmothers on a mask as I wear it.
I do like the Mexican celebration of death, rather than my own heritage’s grim respect. I would like to laugh at death too. Right now it’s the one-year anniversary of my gram’s “passing,” and I’m missing her. A lot.