(Funerary) Vessels
It would have been mum’s 89th birthday today.
I have a difficult relationship with this vase. Bit of a love/hate thing. I love it as a beautiful object in itself but my sister bought it as something for my mum to give me after P died. I think she had taken mum into the little pottery close to where they lived and got her to choose between a couple of different things. I’m not sure how much mum understood P’s death. So, for me it also represents both a mark of his death, of my mother’s incapacity and also the complexity of expression of emotion within the family which I am not sure I will ever fathom. I have always thought of it as my fault but have come to realise that it will be more complicated than that.