My too blue heart on your two blue sleeves (2014)

This work is an exploration of what gestures of grief might look like, following my experience with bereavement after the death of my mother. As in The rehearsal (dedicated to Augustine) references comes from archive photographs made in the Parisian Sâlpetrière Asylum at the end of the 19th century, where dispossessed women ‘performed’ maladies for the male psychiatrists who studied them. Those investigations coincided with the birth of photography, presenting a fascinating record of disturbance, medicine and mimicry. In My too blue heart on your two blue sleeves I wear a dress belonging to my own Parisian grandmother, who suffered herself for many years with manic depression. The threads stretching across our maternal heritage are made tangible in the performance of mind and body. Long exposures allow a sense of movement in the images.

In the beginning I held the maternal line. There was me, my mother, my grandmother, my great grandmother and bonne-maman. Now there is only me.

This is a story about the end of the line, a tale of how I was last.

2014