Sometimes in life we experience the most amazing discoveries. Such a discovery came my way in the form of an old, rather dilapidated photograph album, found on the floor of my elderly parents shed. There were old fragmented books and various boxes all in a state of decay....... Mum explained, the album was all that was left of her life in Germany, it contained images of the past, her family, Nazi Germany there was also her camera. I salvaged what fragments and photos I could, along with a diary that mum had kept......documenting her experiences of Berlin during 1945/46. This was the start of an installation piece of work I made.
The old photo album was displayed
These are some of the images of Berlin that mum took on her camera
I wanted to convey the these photos as living memories still active to my mum
The photos flew down into hands that I had made using Resin, inside I had stitched the words of the German/Jewish poet Paul Celan
"Sewn Under the Skin of my hands"
For my mother these memories and experiences have never faded they are metaphorically speaking sewn into the very fabric of her being.
I also hand stitched her portrait
Until next time ........Marilyn xx