My Grandmother’s House
What I remember most about my grandmother’s house was the freedom to roam and discover beautiful moths and butterflies around her house in the summer months. My grandparents had a farm complete with pigs, horses, cows, geese, chickens, dogs, an apple orchard, ponds for fishing and hay fields – Magical for a child! I had the unusual opportunity to exhibit my moths and butterfly paintings at Geraldine’s Gallery (which as it happened was my grandmother’s house while I was growing up). I now had a further opportunity to be in the old house and remember the intimate spaces I had experienced as a child. This project gave me a way to explore my memories from nestling into my grandmother’s sweaters to flying and playing around and in the barns behind her house. Gaston Bachelard’s classic, ‘The Poetics of Space’ enlightened my approach to this venture.