Behind a padlocked tall iron gate the unmarked graves lie silent - a forgotten hidden place - small mounds of earth cover the graves of children marked only by a stick - The fragility of human life felt so quiet, so tragic … (Forgotten Refugee Graveyard, Lesvos 2019)
A ‘cloak of mourning’ made of skeleton leaves and sewn together with my hair- so fragile - filling the space between life and death. Made of the earth and the body, with time it will return to the earth, to dust. The fragility of human life felt so quiet, so tragic …
the play of shadows
My video work Unchosen is about this forgotten place. When I came home I couldn’t stop thinking about the immense tragedy of it all. I wanted to lay something gentle, something beautiful over their graves as an act of remembrance. (Forgotten Refugee Graveyard, Lesvos 2019)
