packed up with a view of Douglas str.amazed that all the work fits into a folder and a shoe box.
I am so thankful to the fifty fifty arts collective for giving me the opportunity for my first exhibition.
fragments of memory stacked delicately
stored in a shoe box, as a child would keep their treasures
As well as my friends Heather and Clare who came in to help with photographs and taking down high pictures respectively, ( thank you!)
I had one last visitor to the show.
As she was leaving a car with her husband in tow, we saw each other through the window and we smiled. I was surprised when she came to the door. “You had such a nice smile I just had to come and say hello……..We are going to the Vimy Ridge 100 year Remembrance ceremony.”
She asked about what was happening in the space and then looked up and saw the title of the show. “Oh….The Other Side of War.” She looked at me and with a sigh told me her father had fought at Vimy.
He was fortunate to have survived yet had been shot in the hip, an injury that caused him pain all his life even though he recovered enough to return home. He would cry out in pain in the middle of the night.
I am not sure entirely how we ended the conversation other than that we hugged at some point, and then, as she left to join her husband she blew me a kiss.
I felt blessed to the core.