My Mother’s Shroud was an installation that evolved through a personal narrative on disease, from Rachel’s childhood in Argentina. Waiting, uncertainty, the unknown and a feeling of detachment. The viewer is asked to wait for what may be an inevitable end.
Filmed performance projected on mosquito netting.
The performance recounts a memory of her mother lying on her near ‘death bed’ in the front room of her grandfathers house. Five years old and frightened, she would watch for hours from the corner of the room, waiting for her to just wake up.
This work was included in ‘Apart, Together’, a collaborative showcase exhibition, at Leaf, Portland St, Manchester, Feb 2017.
*The World Health Organisation in the 1970’s, said Malaria was not longer a threat in South America, so immunisation was not offered.