I posted a section of my digital class series on flickr and thought I'd share with the internet that knows my name. My artist statement is on the flickr page which you can click through to see but I thought I'd share the quote I read in class when I presented the final group of images, an act that made at least one person cry. I remembered the quote about half-way through creating the series and let the idea behind it find the rest of the images.
When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time - the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes - when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever - there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.- A Prayer for Owen Meany, p135
