Ich Weiss Es, which translates to ‘I knew it’ explores the loss of memory through Dementia. My grandmother and I do not speak the same language, by mind or mouth, there is a divide between us. Our relationship is a line of memories being held by a delicate thread.

Through the documentation of landscapes and archival imagery, I have left a trail to explain our dynamic and the warmth of her presence through my life and those close to her. From all the memories that have become fragmented, her vivacious personality shines continuously in this piece of work.

We evolve, we die and all that is left behind are our memories with feelings that remain imprinted on those around us.