This body of work is concerned with concepts of cyclical time and memory. My great grandmother’s house has become a site through which an enduring human presence – despite absence – is explored. I’m intrigued by the remnants of a person that exists in the make-up of dust that accumulates over time.
Through moving image, writing, photography and sound, the work captures the way in which the space is actively vanishing and it asks the viewer to consider the time that they afford to watching this unfold. The pestle and mortar act as emblems of times' perceived ability to corrode, while the cyclical grounding provides the rhythm to which the video plays – with no beginning, middle or end. This work documents and preserves the way that the house exists in the present while acknowledging the inevitable.
We are all destined to return to dust.
I am my grandmother and her mother, I am my daughter and hers