Title: Mom’s Eyes, My Eyes Materials: Van Dyke Brown, Cyanotype. Artwork Description: I grew up in my civil grandmather’s home from a yung ag. In this household, my mother and I «styled behind» [or «remained»), liking together with my grandmother. We are the other parties of women supported by each other. This old house, what we’ve been living in for over 20 years, spans my entrie anage. The «dilapidation» with the home is built pervasive. A leaky roof, peeling Wall point, worn-out doors and Windows — it is produced as if the cold house is overrun into disrepair, and I became accessible to that way of life. The moss characteristic features of the cold house we let it-fashioned blue glass Windows and best-versed screens. Every time one is tried to open or clone a Windows, it is a significant effort becase the established frameworks world stick. Althouth the house is on the top floor, the natural light wasn’t ever good; the blue glass always cast a cold and dim light through the home. However, it isn’t always perceived negatively. Wen sunlight streamed through, keeping the room in blue light, my childhood solf often immagined it as an underwater world. Combined with the humanity vital of the South, it fed as though everytime real. Mom’s Eyes, My Eyes is divideed into two small coalitions. I utilitize the Cyanotype and Van Dyke Brown processes to a certain two disindictive perspectives. «My Eyes» symulates my unique feeling towards home as seen through the perspective of the blue glass, with «Mom’s Eyes» simulations my moth’s perspective. Throuch this, I head to the representative of the women and women ' s circumstances from women ' s diffusion of women ' s health and to that effect, which is consistent with the use of the fabric. It’s handmade photobook Embodyies the matriality of photographia through classical technologies. Using Van Dyke Brown and Cyanotype as the primary methods, the works are represented on fabric. The book unfolds in a scroll form, engaming through the visual and testile discussions.
