"Although this time at my mothers was more than I could have ever dreamed of, there was still so much sadness that hung in every corner of the house. She was in a great deal of pain and refused to look in the mirrors because she knew all her hair had gone. She was unable to stand or walk, and her sight had not returned to how it had once been."
"So I ran away….. into my dreams - the nearest and most accessible place when the real world was too much to bare. I had packed my tripod and remote and began making my alternative existence in the shade of her garden."
"I spent hours running around the house with birdcages and flowers, kimonos and bedsteads. Everything was created, nothing was real. I filled wheelbarrows with rotting apples and pinned paper flowers to the trees…. The whole time she laughed as I raced past with the latest prop. In the evenings I would show her what I had done on my laptop - it was a relief to talk about something other than the cancer that crept through her brain. It was a place to forget, ‘Le jardin de ma mere’ was my twilight universe where there were no tumors or doctors - just a place to wash it all away."
Sorgligt vackert berörande.
Min mammas trädgård. Finns bara på bild numer. Ibland önskar jag att min mamma hade fått leva en liten längre stund trots cancer.
Alla Kristy Mitchells bilder " le jardin de ma mère" kommer från hennes hemsida här.