A few years ago, I discovered a pile of negatives and prints from a film photography class my mom had taken some 20 years ago. At the time, I had just started my own film photography class and was overjoyed to realize we were still sharing experiences. Since I can’t pick up the phone and call my mom, I decided I could at least pick up my camera and channel my mom. These images are a mixture of hers and mine, a side by side illustration of mother & daughter & the relentless advancing of time. Throughout my journey with grief, I’ve found that time and time again, art continues to bring me closer to my Mom. And slowly but surely, I’m learning this art of grief.
A little over a year ago I completed my senior thesis, TABOO. In this short documentary, I explore my own feelings around death as I follow a palliative care nurse around Bonn, Germany, who takes me inside homes where people face the same fate as my mom. Being face to face with death once again forced me to reevaluate the week my mom spent in palliative care, and really spend time processing what I had experienced, as well as what my mom had. It boggles my mind to see the way Western society has manipulated and twisted our perception of death. TABOO is a piece of me - a personal look into the mind and heart of a grieving daughter, and an opportunity for audiences to reevaluate their own perception of and relationship to death. Dedicated to the most amazing mother this world has ever seen, without whom I’d be nothing ❤️
Today marks 5 years since my mom died, 5 years since I met grief. It’s the worst feeling in the world, yet somehow it’s beautiful. Time passes, but the love stays - grows, even.
Thank you for everything, Mom💞🕊️