When we cleaned out my grandmothers room, I got to take all the magazines. She couldn’t paint anymore towards the end. She spent a year or two sitting by the windows, looking out over the river while flipping through junk mail and old subscriptions.
Using images from the magazines she held onto, this collage reflects on my grandmother’s life: a life spent striving to follow a porcelain doll template, loving every wild and natural thing, and making her best chessboard decisions along the way.
