AMMA

Not that the love did not exist, it was just blinded by memories of her lectures on the gap between my teeth and my ever increasing weight. For years I kept my distance. Comparisons with her, physically or intellectually weren’t my favorite things either.

Years later her memories began to fade. Alzheimer’s disease was the reason. Paranoia, distance became her everyday .I didn’t know what to say or do. Rummaging through her photos, I finally found her. Not my grandmother but the mother of 8, educated and working woman, strong and unperturbed, standing against all odds. My petty grievances did not exist anymore but it was too late already.

In this project I have tried to draw a parallel in between Amma, the woman she was and the woman she became and the house we all associated with her. The house like her, tough devoid of its past glory, stands strong as a reminder of what it was once. It is about memories lost and memories found.