“Brush my hair mom”- is the only moment where we get together as mother and child.
Our relationship has become distant over the years due to her mental health struggles.
It has redefined our family roles.
Her brushing my hair is the only familiar tradition that has luckily stayed ‘til this day. The gesture of her brushing my hair is loaded with love, care, and support.
In silence, we become a family again.
The work is constructed through metal pillars, lavender colored ribbons attached to them. The relationship between these elements is loaded with tension, fragility, and vibration.
As if the sound becomes an echo from the past
which I stubbornly hold onto,
the thought which haunts me is that one day
like all echoes,
they will disappear into silence.
Curated by Kairos
Produced by Kiasma Museum,