Losing my mom, among many things made me realise how legacies are passed.
I have to clean her home and move all things out. It happens that inside that house there are stuff and furniture and legacy from all branches of my family. From my dad and my mom's clans, there in the house lies the things they collected and passed, after who knows what scrutiny.
And there are things that belonged to my great grandparents and so on.
It is my task now to refine all those things to a minimum transportable expression. To keep what is meaningful to me and my kids. It is like extracting the very essence of them all and throw away the pulp.
And I just want to say that I'm now thinking my work like that. For example these cards I'm drawing. I expect to do many and pass them to my children and if they manage to be in some grandchild's house one day, it means they endured time. And it means ideas are valuable
