Raised by my grandparents and mother, I found my life split not only between generations — but also between their memories and my own.
In my work I explore the layering of memories through my past; how the present influences our memories, how our memories mix, and how we combine fantasy and reality.
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A video exploration of memory through narrative – how the present can effect the way we recall people and memories.
This film is made to be watched first without and then with sound.
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St Geri, acrylic & mixed media, 10 x 20 cm
St Fred, acrylic & mixed media, 13 x 18 cm
A video exploration of the function of memory
This film is made to be watched with sound.
Photo of my grandparents circa 1980s
Halloween Embroidered, mixed media, 25 x 25 cm
Photo of me circa 1995
Halloween Reimagined 1, mixed media box, 13 x 25 cm
Halloween Reimagined 2, mixed media, 10 x 18 cm
Here we will be posting video footage of our live event – please check back tomorrow afternoon to see our section on memory.
Memory began with an introduction exercise, a beautifully read eulogy (And Ode to Bea) written and read by Sandy Fischer-Scanlin, another few memory exercises, and a story called Tammy submitted by Ben Latimer.
The event ended with Cas Heath-Faye reading us the beautiful mini-saga version of the story she opened with, and everyone parted ways feeling we knew one another.
ODE TO BEA
By Sandy Fischer-Scanlin
To find comfort during this extremely difficult and painful time, I just keep thinking about what an amazing reception my mom had on Wednesday morning when she entered the Pearly Gates. Aunt Mush and Aunt Mary brought her “all you can eat” hamantaschen. My grandmother welcomed her with a pot of mouth-watering chicken soup. And my dad greeted her with Carvel flying saucers and his own rendition of “If I Were A Rich Man,” which I remember well.
Bea was special. We all knew it. We all felt it. We all had experiences with her that will live on forever in our memories. But what astounds Steph, Craig and I the most is her remarkable strength over the past few years. A warrior spirit we never even knew she had.
As reluctant as she was about going into a nursing home, Bea embraced her “new” life with dignity, fortitude, humor and wit. One of the first times we visited Queen Bea (Steph coined the name) at the nursing home, we walked into her room, and she turned to Bob, Craig and I and said, “Welcome to my castle.” Makes sense since she was Queen Bea.
Bea may not have been the most popular in high school, but boy was she popular at Roosevelt Care Center. She was revered and respected by everyone there – staff and residents alike. Why? Because she was respectful to all, always showed gratitude and didn’t take anything for granted. That’s basically the way Bea lived her whole life.
Bea’s traits – she never complained, she was private, somewhat stubborn and very determined. In other words, she knew exactly what she wanted and what she didn’t want. “You don’t tell me what to do, I’ll tell you what to do,” was something we always bantered back and forth to each other in jest – but we both kind of meant it.
Another one of her traits that really came out in full force over the last few years was her incredible wit, charm and humor. So I decided to make a list of the many things that made her smile, giggle and kept her happy:
And a list of things I want to thank Bea for:
I think I can speak on the part of Steph, Craig, Larry, Bob, Jason, Jared and Heather and say how proud we were to have played such important roles in Bea’s long life. In fact, her kids were the driving forces in her life. So were her grandchildren. And so were her nieces and nephews. She loved us all unconditionally. And she fought until the end to have the most time she could with all of us. And now we’re here to carry on her legacy.
Every time I visited Bea, as Bob and I were getting ready to leave, we had a little ritual. I’d ask Bea, “Who’s the cutest?” And Bea would proudly say with a smile, “Me. (meaning herself).” Then we’d get into a little competitive match about who loves who more. Well, now I want to tell you, Bea, that I love you “more, more more” than you can ever imagine. And I will still fill you in on every single event that happens in my life as I always have. Rest in peace my little angel.
Thank you for being a part of
You can email us your stories, art, and feedback on firstname.lastname@example.org
We will continue to add stories and art to each section for the duration of the exhibition
[until 28th March]