The BLUE PROJECT

A Call Out Of The Blue

With all my ideas, I start with a concept that comes to me mostly out of the blue. I begin, not knowing where it will take me. Diving in. Searching the reward - equilibrium.

I started making the giant telephone when my Nana was here, and now she’s not here to see it complete.

The telephone reminds me of the last few months we had with her. I almost didn’t want to finish it because I know it as the last she knew of me creatively.

Spring approaches, the season she left us is ending and we enter the era of the ‘firsts’.

Grief. A pain I can only describe as a feeling like you are being sat on. A stab in the chest. Out of balance. With every breath, nothing can release it. Being reminded out of the blue. Everyday. Those unexpected thoughts that trigger it. The reminders. The thought that you’ve lost one to share with. The lost memories. The memories to treasure.

The past few months have been a metamorphosis for me. Feeling my way around this new life without one of our team. Our family.

The connection has been lost. Cut off.

But life goes on. Life moves on. Life continues. We make it, we always do.

New life is growing. I hear it. Calling.