Statement
Grief + Water
I have a brain tumour he said. His words ripped through my being, razors shredding my heart. He left us 207 days later. Alone I walked trying not to feel the crushing pain. I walked along the ocean. I walked in the forest. I walked along the ocean. Then I saw the reflection in the cold, salty water. The light, the movement, the dance. I took some pictures with my phone. No filters. Unedited. I was stunned by the captured images that were not visible to the naked eye, a microscopic world of scattered imagery and light, refracting and reflecting within the undulating water of the ocean. The lure to return to a visually imperceptible watery world was strong. Day after day, more and more photographs over many months. My inward world of pain and grief had found a hidden world of wet patterning and bending imagery that distracted and amazed me. Water and its magical complexities of images and colour drew me towards itself, offering me solace in its intrigue. It invited me to see its hidden beauty and play, day after day. Water spoke to me and soothed my grief.
