Oma

Visual Arts

Margarethe

Performing Arts

„We have found that our grief is not so much a process, or a journey (though it can be like that), more, it’s like a condition, a state of being, something that we will live with for the remainder of our lives.” (Edmonds and Harris, when words are not enough) My work centres around my grandmother’s death. She played an important part in my life and upbringing, as I used to spend half the week in my childhood and teenage years at my grandparents’ house. I view her as my ‘second mom’ and best friend whom I shared many concerns, problems, questions, and memories with. My memories of her are transient. They fade and only parts of them remain – if I want to or not. As Beth Kempton in ‘Wabi Sabi’ states, life is impermanent, incomplete, and imperfect. It is impermanent as we live and die like my grandmother. It is incomplete as we face the loss and grief of/for loved ones. It is imperfect as these experiences leave marks on us. https://www.fringeartsbath.co.uk/events-2025/2023/margarethe-02

Paper Patterns

Visual Arts

She was a woman and she was sewing. I remember my grandmother holding my hands the first time I was moving fabric through her sewing machine. Grandma‘s hands first, mine followed. She had worked as a seamstress cutting out patterns for ‘women clothing’ – who is a woman? If I trace back the lines on the paper, I might know who she is. The paper patterns told me, she is an hourglass figure without showing too much skin, of course. Now, I am supposed to be a woman, they say, but struggle to sew the pieces together without her. Do I want to follow her tradition? Really, I desire to be a person, Oma. In loving memory x