“There’s been a song in my heart since the day time forgot you, but I can’t remember all the words.”
Exploring a story of forgetting.
Three photographs of my mum representing different phases of her life: Maiden/Mother/Crone are explored through fabric/textiles and garments:shrouds of memory and the forgotten. A song is written, recorded but never performed, as my mum’s recall of her memories deteriorates. Sometimes making is a process of healing. She stitches and sings…
Sister forgive me I can’t remember your face, I remember your sweet smile from some other time, some other place.
Won’t you walk with me sister through the lines of my time and help me recall sweet sisters of mine.
Mother believe me I think I was once like you, So many years between the now and then , the love we once knew.
Won’t you walk with me mother through the lines of my time andhelp me remember sweet mother of mine
Daughter sit with me and talk like we used to, about the world and the people that I love.
Won’t you walk with me daughter through the lines of my time and help me remember sweet daughter of mine
