in october of 2008, i journeyed with my aunt and four year-old son to lake erie in port clinton, ohio to scatter the ashes of my maternal grandmother, aka nana, who had passed away in march of 2004.
we (nana, my aunt and myself) had taken summer vacations to lake erie for a period of 11 consecutive years spanning throughout my childhood and early twenties, and it was nana's wish to have a portion of her remains set to sail on the wind in these places that to us had become sacred.
armed with my camera and with my own child by my side to give me inspiration and strength, i documented the event in photos and then added in splices and excerpts taken from old letters nana had sent to me, dusty and curling at the bottom of my cedar chest.
i feel as though her wishes were honored, and it was a cleansing experience for me, one which i will always remember.
i feel as though i have been led by artistic expression my entire life. art, to me, is the most beautiful form of purging. you let it out, and the peace that comes from that seeps into your soul. it fills me up.
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