Molly Brennan

Graphite, embroidery, gold leaf

I lost my Mother on March 6, 2019. It was a clear, cold, bright, blue day. I lost the one person that I love most in this world and the only person in this world that loved me completely. Needless to say, the grief that followed has been deeply overwhelming and disorienting with confusing somatic symptoms. One of the most perplexing aspects of Mom’s loss is not knowing where she is. I know where her soul is supposed to “be” in the ecumenical sense; but I simply don’t know where she is.

Through this body of work, I suppose I am resurrecting her so I know where she is – so I can keep her. Using early images of Mom in my work, I can somehow participate in these narratives while creating odes to her memory.

The image of my childhood home come from old slides my Father took in the late 50’s and early 60’s.

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