Format & Medium:
Color, 35mm film
The notion of aging often holds negative connotations. It is something many see as a deconstruction, perhaps a time of loneliness or a process of unraveling. Aging reveals the results of longevity, often coinciding with frequent loss— one of the most difficult experiences life can bring.
My grandmother lost her husband twenty-six years ago but has continued to shape her life fully. Now that her children are grown, she enjoys time spent with herself, her house, her family’s land, and her ideas of the future.
Through photographing my grandmother in her home and routine, I have found an undeniable complexity at the root of human identity, and a new perspective of what it might mean to age.
With every year that passes, life offers her new challenges and hardships that she learns to cope with, conform to, and manage.
But love and life continue—bodies age and shift, while a matured and deep tethering to familiar architecture, relationships, and things reserve the memories of her lifetime. These concealed memories provide a humble accompaniment to her everyday.
In aging, life continues its abundance in a more residual way. Routines are dense with fulfillment in what was deeply cherished throughout the years. The garden soil has underwent labor repetitively, and awaits another season of providing its bounty under reliable toil. The house may need another coat of paint, but opulence emanates from it even as time maintains its course.
This process of aging becomes the deepest felt experience of time. My Grandmother subsists richly in this stage of her life, pursuing what she loves, all the while, honoring her past—a pure representation of beauty and timelessness.