Joy Parker

The only things I have left...

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of my grandmother are the photographs of an apparently calm, delicate woman, and her case notes from the asylum where she spent 45 years. The artwork attempts to combine these two contradictory pieces of evidence by inscribing the striking words of Gertrude herself and those of the doctors on a feminine figure, thereby both defining her and  also at times liberating her. But in the end, what remains are only paper cut-outs.