My grandmother was a woman who never strayed from what she thought was right and from what she wanted. For many of the people in her life, this made understanding her and loving her tremendously difficult. There were many times throughout my life when I witnessed conflict, but my relationship with her was never defined by it.
Whenever there was tension in my grandmother’s house, I would go from room to room, vigorously looking at all the textures, colors, and patterns that comprised the décor of her home and the fabric of her life. The arrangement of images on each page and the sequential movement of images from page to page is meant to simulate my personal experience and convey the energy that weaves the fabric of human relationships.
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