MY MOTHER’S SILENCES COME TUMBLING OUT OF ME
A documentation of moments and memories I never existed within or remained a part of, through exploring the significance of our finite existence and the unpredictability of memory. Engaging with the opportunity for consideration, I hope to bring focus to traces in the simplicity of my works, and translation by recapturing how photos can be utilised and exist beyond their natural state. Subtle tones and highly contemplative photographs are repainted and envisioned, allowing the work to fade between layers of light. Examining the inability to be present in moments, and the role photographs hold as a passive measure of time. There is a deep heartache in memories, through painted pieces reconsidered and conveyed through gestural embodiment, demonstrating an ability to express how much meaning, love or hope you may hold for another person.
This self-reflective practice is embodied through the physical process of production and the range of gesture explored through practical techniques, which can be highlighted and used to inform the viewer of something other than the material itself. Our helplessness in expressing words of love, before finding ourselves amid grief, the translation within my practice conveys the very sadness held within the silence of photos.
