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Brushes for Indian Ink
Together with my sister I was at the studio where my father had worked and lived for the last decades of his life.
Three months before he unexpectedly was deceased. My father was a visual artist.
Carbon black fluid acrylics
The strong scent of oil paint made it feel like he was still present.
When my sister wanted to throw away some empty jars I totally freaked out.
Some empty jars!!
Pilot Foam Eraser
I knew I had to do something. I could not just throw his life away like that.
So I did what I knew how to… I started taking pictures.
Ash-trays used as support for brushes
Systematically I photographed the objects which represented his world to me.
Cups with paint
Later I worked on the images in a similar way how he had worked on his paintings.
I did this in his studio.
This intensified the process of mourning.
Tools for removing hairs from wet paint
Intentionally this series was strictly for myself.
But as it progressed, as I progressed, I realized grief was one of those things in life we can’t prepare for.
Tools to seperate drying works on paper
I decided I wanted to share the active way which worked for me…
Bottles of lineseed oil
So here it is. Out in the open.
This was my grinder to deal with grief.
To change the process form passive to active helped me big time.
