03/09/2026
For The Narrative Edit for MEMORY CULT , I printed images from my series Random Echoes (which is my personal work around my family). During the online selection, there was already something soft, tender, and fragile about the photographs, although the selection was not initially guided by a specific theme. It was only when I had the prints in front of me that a connection began to emerge. I placed a photograph of their grandmother at young age, who died in 2020, at the center. The photographs of the children were placed to the left and right of her, while photographs of my husband and me were arranged above and below her. This arrangement made me think about how receptive children are, how sensitive and empathetic they can be, how much they pick up on with their almost antenna-like awareness, and how this openness can also make them sooo fu***ng vulnerable. The grandmother’s death became a kind of temporal and emotional starting point, while the arrangement began to suggest the many directions in which experiences, relationships, and memories move through a family.
Something unexpected then happened with the physical installation. I taped the photographs to the wall, left the room, and came back later to find that some of them had fallen off. I put them back up, but they came loose again overnight.
The materiality of the photographs began to repeat something of their content: searching for support, coming loose, returning, being held in place again. The images did not only speak about fragility, they became an experience of fragility themselves 🥹 Or as Dāna B Tatum would say, „a ghostly intervention.“ 🫀
We miss you so much, B 🫀
