Saturday, 26 March 2016

A letter to my mum

I have lots of lovely memories of my parents...and some not so great ones.  What determines which memories stay strong and which ones fade and fragment over time?  Which memories become nostalgia, rose tinted and distorted?  And then there are those that somehow disappear altogether.  Where do they go?
 




I don't like the flower connotation I have made here...it's too pretty for what is written inside.  In my minds eye I can see an installation of eggshells laid on the floor.  Some readable to the viewer, others not so.  Choosing what to reveal and what to conceal.  To get to the ones in the middle you would literally be walking on eggshells.

Too obvious? What do you think.