30th January 2025
My mum has Alzheimers. The sorting of her things, deciding what to keep as her life unravels is complicated emotionally and practically.
I found a camp letter rack; blue semi opaque plastic cutouts of a muscular naked man in high heel boots.
I collected small photos from the decades capturing my mum as she changed.
The 50’s, the 60’s the 70’s.
Photobooths in Newcastle, London, hairstyles from the magazines. I popped them in the letter rack and it now sits on my hall shelf.
An unintended shrine.
I don’t like it but I’m not ready to take it down yet.
As I said
it’s complicated.
Alzheimer’s is so hard, I’m so sorry. My grandfather had it. I worry about my dad (and myself).
This is beautiful Cara, heartbreaking too. x
It reminded me of a post I saw on IG recently that also moved me - by @artpedagogy: https://www.instagram.com/p/DFAQan0Ix7-/?img_index=8&igsh=MW81bTVwOXZkYWE2ZQ==