To make a monoprint traditionally, one applies ink to a metal plate and presses that plate onto paper. I was far less interested in using ink, as I was drawn to the subtle impressions that the press left on the paper. This piece is rendered only by applying pressure between a piece of paper, a shirt, and an envelope. I've become especially drawn to these objects during this pandemic. Both the shirt and the envelope are symbolic reminders of my current anxieties.
The button down shirt serves as a reminder of the workforce I and many other New Yorkers were once a part of, and our uncertainty concerning our employment in the future. The envelope in the breast pocket remains anonymous; maybe it's a job application, a bill, a letter to a loved one, or that fucking stimulus check we've all been waiting for.