Persimmons

Noren separate spaces. They do this in the physical world and in a spiritual sense.

I found this noren hidden in a corner of my mom’s closet. It was wrinkled and a bit sun stained. Finding pieces from my Obaa-san like this solidifies the separation time has wrent between our memory.

Mementos are physical reminders that our memories fail. This moving image, intended to loop, frantically asks to not be overlooked.

Animation,
2 color risograph zine

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