What is it about love in which it makes us feel the need to preserve?
Over the past year I have been photographing my grandparents. Upon beginning I did not expect that I would be documenting the last year of their lives.
My grandfather passed away in May of 2014. From that point on my grandmother lost her will to live. She could no longer find happiness in a world without the person she cared for the most. I attempted to preserve every memory of my grandmother while she laid in solitude in a rehabilitation center.
Her house stood empty for the next months as she lingered in an in-between state. She was detached from both life and death.
During this time I began to take objects from my grandparents' home, place them in large containers of water and freeze them. I would then take the frozen objects and bring them back into her home in an attempt to preserve every moment and memory through this process of frozen conservation.
My grandmother passed on November 7th of 2014 due to her own grief.
The unfreezing of these objects is a natural process, evocative of death and dissolution, being left to circumstance.