My grandmother passed away in January 2021 after a decade of slow cognitive decline onset by Alzheimer's disease. It's a process that occurs without your express knowledge until you are left stranded and alone, frustrated by your inability to preside over your own mind. I don't think I ever really knew my grandmother, or if I did, it was from a time I myself am unable to remember. These works are an insight into her life through my eyes and experiences; they comprise objects and images that have pervaded my own memory and defined her presence in my life.
It is about the (im-)persistence of her own memory as much as mine. It includes moments from her past that I am not a part of, but also points in both of our lives where she might have been able to see me as fully as I saw her. In the end, each would be stolen from her in some form. Taken together, these images are disjointed, obscured doubly through collage so as to make them unusual or foreign to me. They are facile so as to make clear the all-encompassing manner in which Alzheimer’s manifests, affecting even the seemingly ordinary. Our perception of one another will remain fragmentary into eternity, just as it functions here.
