Several years ago, I watched the process of my grandfather’s death. I wanted take out my camera and photograph his last days, but was not emboldened enough to do so. I made the decision after his passing to begin the documentation my grandmother’s last years of life. This is not only a documentation of the end of a life, but a preservation of what was, and is a catalyst for the memory of what is dear to me. In this body of work I am including a single formal portrait, candid photographs, and a partial photographic archive of the belongings in my grandmother’s house that are dear to her and have come to signify her. These photographs are not meant to be melancholy, but a celebration, sometimes quirky, of the process of life; capturing my grandmother navigating her way through, new technology and the challenges that come as a part of aging, all done in an honoring way.
