Earlier this week, my maternal grandmother passed away.
Not to devalue the lost, but it was expected as my grandmother had been in decline for quite some time. And losing your grandmother is a different type of greif than losing your mother. I'm sad of course, that I will no longer see my grammie's smiling Irish eyes or hear her whistle as loud as a cattle rancher. But there isn't the same shock I felt over 2 years ago. It was her time, she was ready, and now she can be at peace, no longer suffering the pains of age, ailing health and an old hip injury.
This kind of grief is somber. calm.
It is not shattered glass... but the glass is not exactly whole either. It has dissolved. Into sand.
This event has added a new perspective into death. And into the work from my thesis.
I've allowed myself to get sucked in by life duties of work, paying bills, maintaining relationships... But I haven't been focused much on art making or the ideas behind my work. Reintroduced to the theme, I'm forced to consider how I've dealt with the topic before and how I might continue with it. Death. Memory. Memorialization. Grief. Healing. Metaphor. Mythology. Spiritually.
Concepts that I will be revisiting in my studio.
