This is one of the most personal projects I've ever undertaken, poetry and print, in response diaries and writing of my Grandmother's (recently deceased at the time of starting the project) that I found in her writing desk. I was tidying the desk to take to Cornwall after I discovered she'd given it to me in her will. A mixture of photos and drawings blended into prints and drawings that I combined to create a journalistic book of memory and grief. As well as her writing desk I inherited her typewriter and spent weeks typing out stream of consciousness poetry that eventually became something.
My mother cared for my stepdad for nearly 10 years until his death from frontal-lobe aphasia in 2016. She also wrote and responded to this project although, for personal reasons, I have kept any text below as my own responses to their story and my own emotions.