The Art of Crossing the Street

Day of the Dead Memorial

Alec Hatcher

My memorial is about my old house on 565 Harold Ave in Atlanta, Georgia. Harold Ave. was built by my father and a group of his carpenter friends and acquaintances between 1996 and 1997. The house was built for my mother, father, brother, and I. Perched on the top of a steep hill and with the woods as its backdrop, the house stands tall and slender. I lived in that house up until this past summer when my mother and I moved into a new house. I grew up in the house on Harold Ave. and almost my entire child hood and adolescent memories take place in that house.

The blue, white, and off white are representations of the colors that make up that house and my mothers taste in color. The out side of the house is a grey blue and most rooms in the house are either bright white or a variation of white. The record on the left is of the band that has inspired me the most musically than any other musical group called Fugazi, I have vivid memories of being fourteen and fifteen listening to Fugazi and being completely mesmerized. The record on the right was the first LP that I had ever put out and the first band that I was ever in. We where called Revolutionary Youth and I was in that band from thirteen years old until I was eighteen. The cook book and the bicycling cap represent my passion for cooking and bicycling while growing up in that house.