Tag: Artist in Residence
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Mother’s day memorial
My mother has no gravestone. Gravestones, like funerals are for the living. Or for the dying, a re-assurance that somehow, once gone, we will be remembered by a physical marker, something solid and tangible. I really don’t know what mum would have thought about a memorial. When death calls, we forget to ask. I am…
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Photographs, family history and art
I’m gathering old family photos and collage materials in preparation for my Artist_in-Residency at the Butter Factory Arts Centre. Whilst this will be a tribute to my mother, it is also documents the many roles of women, the changing images of twentieth century women, their struggles and tensions in navigating change. The idea arose when…