My grandmother passed away in June 2010. The work I sent to Orah is a page ripped out of the diary of the day when she died. The envelope is sealed. Of course one could rip open the seal and read what is written inside but Orah hasn’t and I probably never will either so the content of the page is hidden from view, perhaps forever. The new work has pockets made from similar coloured tracing paper containing sheets of glassine paper with black stain like marks. The translucent quality of both the tracing paper and the glassine paper make the black marks hover, certainly there to be seen but not able to grasp. The pockets are like containers where you try to keep hold of memories but slowly the memories fade and go out of focus which are replaced by new memories, the linear process going on forever. |