GRIEF PORTRAITS
I stepped into this decade without my sister. I don’t understand why I get to do a new decade, and she doesn’t.
And then in March this year we found ourselves living in a global pandemic and, unencumbered by the usual daily distractions, I found myself coming face to face with my grief. Some days it felt like a game of chicken. Some days it felt like a staring competition.
I’m always thinking about the ways in which we silence ourselves. The feeling of fullness or about-to-explodeness in our throats. Death is messy and untidy, and it turns out it makes people uncomfortable.
I began making a series of images, partially as a way to make space for my grief, partly as an act or reverential irreverence to my grief, partly to make friends with it. They have all been made on Zoom using a greenscreen because COVID and because I’m a classy bitch.
I have no idea where this project is going, but I can say it feels good to be making space for the feelings.
