Here is an inconspicuous phone, not unlike the phone I had growing up with my mom. Pick up the phone and have a listen. You will hear a brief voicemail message my mother left me many years ago. My mother’s voice is one of those characteristics about her that lingers in my ear, like a phantom-limb sensation.
Winner of The Yards Award
32nd Annual Members Exhibition
DECEMBER 2, 2022 - FEBRUARY 11, 2023
This installation was first exhibited on a table beside seating for a domestic environmental installation (No.1). To integrate what is left of my mother's body, No.2 incorporates her ashes.