Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
……The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.
~ TS Eliot, from Burnt Norton
These expressive ink drawings speak of the resonance of history within visceral, intergenerational memory. I make photographic studies of local roses and respond to them in my studio while reflecting on the memory of war. This process is a means by which to connect my present to the past. My parents, like many immigrants who survived the Second World War, wanted to leave the past behind and left me with no sense of ancestral rootedness. While making these rose portraits I feel grounded, they become touchstones- my inheritance, although painful and complex is still the reality from which I’ve emerged and without it I am lost. As I engage with these small remembrances, they began to appear as plumes of bombs seen from above. Sometimes they look like glimpses of landscape from the air through a break in the clouds. I also imagine them as broken voices or wounds; and then, because of the sheen of the ink, they become watermarks of grief.
A Complex Grief was shown at the exhibition Interworld at Arc.hive Artist Run Centre May 3rd to 12th, 2019.