Project 1
“#5 the attic ”
#9 "memory house"
Acrylic, 610mm x 450mm
A place for memories. This is a corner which houses precious things: the items of sentimental value which for many of us are the areas we would find hardest to declutter.
Here the addition of a beautiful chair makes a little sanctuary where great words and art can live and become a peaceful place for reflection and inspiration. The crack in the wall is a nod to the Christchurch earthquakes. Gone but not forgotten - they leave their mark on all who were there.
Thank you to composer Max Richter whose music "Memory House " was one of the soundtracks to the hours of painting and definitely another influence which gets weaved in.
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Giclee Print
All prints are giclée quality – the best digital print technology available. Archival inks, cold press watercolour paper and colour correction by industry experts from Copyart, Richmond,. Your artwork will be checked and packed into a tube ready to be framed by you.
Limited edition full size print $225 inc p&p in NZ
One of a signed limited edition of 50
Printed area 610mm x 450mm with 20mm border
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memory house
Auckland Mary 2018
While daughter Ellie had been thrilled to have the red chaise, Mary had been more quietly pleased that the purple chair was to be hers. She had bought it for mum’s 80th birthday as a joint present from the four children. Although the youngest of four, she was the only girl and as soon as she were old enough she took on the social contract of organising family gifts and reminding the others of Mother’s Day. Yet she did so willingly for the most part.
They had a been a loving family and celebrated each others special days with quite a fuss. She supposed that having emigrated from England when the boys were young, and she had yet to be born, meant they had no extended family and had become more close knit.
In a similar vein, the job of clearing up mum’s life after the funeral had also fallen to her. She lived closest and had the most flexible work. In truth she had taken a leave of absence recently. Elinor’s death had hit her hard and she was surprised by the force of her grief. She had begun to feel anxious and “world weary”. She’d be a poor psychiatrist if she didn’t recognise burnout.
Clearing out her mum’s small apartment had been cathartic, but emotionally taxing being immersed into her family’s past like this. Some books and papers she’d simply put into boxes to deal with later, but there were keepsakes and ornaments which all had memories attached and it was hard to know what to do with them. The wedding picture in its silver frame she would definitely keep and display at her place. The just married couple were on the Registry Office steps and her father was looking at her
mother as if he couldn’t believe he had just won this lovely prize. She always felt her parents to be united and strong. You never heard harsh words exchanged. But she remembered the old adage, you could never know what was truly going on behind closed doors.
Packing up the station wagon with boxes and clothes for the op shop, she decided it would be nice to dedicate a corner in her living room to the things she had brought back from mum’s place. She had revelled in being alone since her divorce. No negotiation of how to arrange her space. It wouldn’t be a shrine but a dedicated reading nook. A combination of the two women’s precious books and keepsakes.
A place of memories.
A place for memories.