A Narrative of Edges

An ongoing artistic investigation on beginnings and endings…

Some thoughts:

I loved my father. His life ended.
I was a carefree and ambitious art student. That life ended.
I was young and free. That life ended.

My daughter was born. Motherhood started.
My father life ended whilst I was pregnant. My son’s life hadn’t even started.
Something about endings and beginnings fascinate me. I cannot pinpoint exactly what I am working on, but as I work and as I write, my thoughts become more clear.

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