My final piece for this term’s art course is complete! The theme was ‘Love Narratives’
This little box contains a paper replica of the locket I wear, it was once my grandma’s and contains a picture of my granddad. I’ve recreated it here with the addition of my own story: my only memory of him. It’s quite a simple and straight-forward piece, objects absorb stories, stories of others in the past and our own, stretching out into the future. Whether they are true or not does not matter because the effect stories have on our lives is very real.
The story inside reads as follows:
My granddad died when I was three. I do not remember him much. I am told I would sit on his knee and try to twist his thumb around. He would let me, and pretend it caused him pain to make me laugh. My mum says I get my sense of humour from him. If I sit sometimes in the gaps of thought I can feel my granddad’s knee hard beneath me; his too large thumb grasped in my two small hands as I try to bend it back. I can feel the resistance of his thumb; determination and youth against strength and age. Then that moment of triumph and amusement, unfairly won but freely given. I do not know if this is a true memory of him or something I have created from the story my mum tells me. But it is my only memory of him, and so I cling to it, with something that feels like love.