This artist book was written during the mourning of the loss of my mother. The images were completed at the end of 2004, just before the Tsunami occurred in the Indian Ocean.
Grief is universal. It doesn’t die. It becomes embedded, alongside love, in the fabric of our lives. It is a chance to remain connected across the void.
Dedicated to my mother, Glory Booker, 25.09.1929 to 17.05.2002.
Available as a limited-edition artist book, concertina format.
Exhibited at Noosa Regional Gallery artist book exhibition, Books.05 Image as text as image, 2005.
this tide of grief
he saw the wave approaching
it was much greener than he had imagined like liquid ice
he watched the debris of their lives floating over it
when it hit it stung his skin on the inside
he will be turning in it for the rest of his life
this tide of grief