This piece is from my two-person Tangled Memories exhibit. The exhibit explored my experiences with my Dad's Early-Onset Alzheimer's. (He was diagnosed in his early 50's, when I was still a teenager, and died in 2000 at the age of 65).
When I was nine I rode my bike down to the cemetery and I picked ﬂowers from other graves to put on my Mom's headstone. It was an act of love.
But somewhere along the way we learn not to pick the pretty ﬂowers.
When my Dad was in his mid-ﬁfties he hitch-hiked and walked to my sister's house. No one knew where he was. Eventually he walked up my sister's driveway with a proud smile on his face and a bouquet of ﬂowers that he had picked from people's yards along the way.
In his mid-ﬁfties he had forgotten not to pick the pretty ﬂowers.
Each experience was fresh and new for my Dad, as if it was the ﬁrst time he had seen such a sunny day or beautiful ﬂower.
Size: (h x w) 16" x 20"
Media: Digital photograph