Anne Ditte about the painting
This painting is the beginning and the end of my collection “Sickness”.
It all started back in 2011 when my sister’s boyfriend chose to commit suicide. It was a horrible time. I had no words for the feelings running through my veins. It really struck me and my family like a thunderbolt from above. My sister was devastated and didn’t say a word for a year, and my mother didn’t leave her bedroom for months either. I didn’t know what to do. I only knew that I was so infinitely sad on behalf of my family, but also on behalf of his. I knew the suicide had happened after a fight with my sister.
I wished that I could talk to him just one more time. To speak to him before he made his abominable decision.
He was from Mexico, and I couldn’t forget about him even though his name couldn’t be mentioned in fear of the pain it would cause. Many years passed, and I couldn’t get myself to visit his grave. One day, I decided to visit him on the day of the dead – “Día de Muertos”.
His grave shone bright as far as the eye could see as his grave was covered in an inferno of lights, with beautifully painted skulls, star lights and flowers of various sizes. There was food in a basket and there was juice in a carafe. I broke down on the spot. Never had I seen anything so beautiful. On the grave stood a picture of him. When I looked at this picture of him, his eyes revealed that he could have had a bright future. You could easily tell by his grave that he was loved and would be missed by his family. I went home completely overwhelmed because of the fact, that his family would have given him all the love and happiness in the world, but he chose differently.
As I imagined the perfect artwork, yet another death occurred.
My mother died.
After my mother’s death, I created this art piece which I have called “Día de Muertos” – The day of the dead.
This artwork shows a woman holding a skull in her right hand. The skull in her hand symbolises both life and death. It also symbolises that even though some people might have hurt you, you still open your home to them. Even though my sisters boyfriend committed suicide and didn’t want to spend his life with his family, they still want him back in their lives and they show it every year at his grave on the day of the dead.