Finding Eric Brooks: Morning Through Art and Auto-Ethnography

In April of 1989 my father, Eric Brooks, left this world at the age of 24. I have wished he was here to give me advice or tell about his childhood. I wondered about the sound of his voice, his smile, his life. I wondered about half of my identity. So on my 26th year, I am beginning the journey to find father, celebrate his life and mourn his death through art, ethnography, and art education workshops that focus on helping others mourn through art and storytelling.

Find out more in my blog: findingericbrooks.tumblr.com.

 

This is a photograph of me under a lace curtain. It represents my experience mourning my father.

This is a photograph of me under a lace curtain. It represents my experience mourning my father.