The MFA wormhole has swallowed me completely, happily, and during the first seminar week I began looking back on some older ideas and themes through fresh eyes.
This is a collection of images captured last year during clearing, unearthing, sorting, packing, archiving, after my grandparents left their home, the house which has grown old around them.
Between changing sheets, washing sheets, towels, clothes; making food, tea, coffee, welcoming family to say farewell to our nana, marking the passage of time and evolution of the family dynamic.
whispering in my heart to my mum, ‘it’s ok, let her go…you’ll be sad, but you’ll be ok’
whispering in my heart to my poppa, ‘it’s ok to let her go…’
whispering in my nana’s ear, ‘it’s ok, nana, you are so tired now, you can go…poppa will be ok’
It was easier to say goodbye to nana, she will reside in our hearts; than to her home, embedded with memories, and clothed in the work of her hands.