PT. 1 - Thoughts

When my brother and I were young, our mom would say she loved us, "bunches and bunches, as big as the sky." Upon inheriting her film camera, I began navigating a stream of consciousness around the places, people, and emotions I found myself surrounding following her death. My family was trying to make sense of a central figure in our lives who was suddenly gone, and we all took separate avenues. My brother had his own family to look after, and while my father began to remove all traces of her around the house, I found myself seeking out aspects of mom's life through the camera she carried.