“What day is it today?”
My Japanese grandmother would ask me every time we sat down to have some tea. I would pause for a while and wait for her to guess the day. She would always start with Saturday, so at least she got it right once a week.
And this daily routine carried on until a few years before her death. As her dementia took hold of her deeper and deeper, her mind struggled to process the concept of time.
This body of work is about the process of forgetting, the loss of memory and one’s identity. I witnessed first-hand how dementia affects a person and how this impacted our family as we watched her memory fade away.
