It is exactly one year ago that my mother passed away. I know grief is a strange beast but somehow I thought I would be more accepting at the one year anniversary.
I’m not.
I’ve been told time heals all wounds.
It doesn’t.
All time gives you is the ability to adapt – it’s like sitting in the one position for too long and you adjust your body to find comfort. The pain doesn’t really disappear – it’s still there and I’ve learned to accommodate it.
This semester we’ve been challenged to produce two design outcomes that focus on an event from which you a strong emotional response. I thought it would be very hard, cathartic maybe, but very hard to return to the hour on the other side of the world when I heard the news. The first outcome had to be a poster and this is my final design. When I think back on those first few months after losing Mum I found myself explaining it to friends that I felt as if my North Star had disappeared over the horizon and I had no direction. The compass is also a nod to my mother’s seafaring heritage and one of our favourite quilt block patterns.
My second outcome is in production and if you’ve ever seen ‘Prosperos Books’ you may get and inkling of what it’s about.
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