Mothers Day.
I went to a live music gig earlier in the week to hear Cara Dillon perform tracks from her new album.
It was an unexpected, last minute attendance with my daughter. I had no prior knowledge of what I might be hearing.
Link below to a review of the album.
https://klofmag.com/2024/03/cara-dillon-coming-home-album-review/
Coming Home was an eloquent and beautiful homage to family and place. Something Irish people do with skill and sensitivity.
Not so, the good people of Essex which is where my heritage and sense of place are rooted.
I came away from the gig enlightened and entranced by the music and the words and very humbled that I have no such ability to show such gratitude and respect to my forbears and place of my upbringing.
Some of the footling about this week with my hybrid photography/printmaking was definitely inspired by the gig.
The green abstract shape in the Tulip picture could be absent forbears or future descendants. Just placing me, represented as quick-to-fade tulips. Frozen in time as just a piece of the family jigsaw. Which of course is exactly what I am. Just a grain of sand in one family’s story.
All of my forbears, both close and distant are in another realm, my only purpose on Mothers Day is to celebrate that I am a mother and grandmother to some fabulous humans and remember that there were a whole stack of family members before me. Nothing really regrettable about that. It is the natural way of a family tree.
I just can’t write amazing words and music to celebrate them. I blame my genes.
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