How do we navigate without a map? Another world view was introduced to me as my Grandmother slowly succumbed to dementia. As her memories faded in and out, so too did her understanding of reality and I was forced to question what was left of Her behind those glassy eyes.
This creation of this work has helped me come to terms with her position. What are we but the collection of our memories? And when they are gone, what is left?
In a conscious choice of medium, I used a single fine line pen to painstakingly sketch every line and contour which mark the history of her life upon her face. Her eyes captured forever in a fixed gaze, stare off into the blankness of the very paper she is rendered upon. Her self knitted cardigan, a representation of her life, slowly unravels, as her memories and personality continue to fray. Only those that knew her, see the history of stories embedded within the threads and knots. This is her life. This is her map.