Bacon From Cows 


The title of this work originates from an event that took place at a happier time in my life when I was younger. My family was still together, and we were driving back home from Wales when I asked my dad what would happen if a cow fell off the hill and was hit by our car. My mother instantly responded that we would have a lot of bacon. My dad, my brother and I immediately laughed. My mother was confused, and didn’t understand why we were laughing until one of us informed her that bacon doesn’t come from cows. This moment is a memory I keep from a certain time when everything was happier. Everyone felt safe and loved because we had each other.



My mother is a figure in my life that I am both scared of, and love. Her life is submerged in depression and suicidal tendencies. This project explores the growing isolation my mother experiences due to her past.