The Death of An Eternal Iris


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I love to dream, to daze, to lose myself in reverie
for in those moments, I slip into realms untouched by time,
into spaces where I have never been,
where my grandmother still lives, and nothing has yet been lost.
                                                     






       








 It’s been ten years since she passed away. Cancer took her from me.
With every year that goes by, her face grows blurrier in my memory.


                                                                                                                         







I still vividly remember what my parents told me when she passed,
she hadn’t truly left us but had gone to a faraway planet where she no longer felt any pain.
They told me she could still be with me, just as she always did.














Since she left, irises have bloomed in my dreams. They were the flowers she loved most.
She is everlasting to me
and in every iris, I see her.



































The Death of An Eternal Iris is inspired by the memory of the artist’s late grandmother, combining photography and drawing, 
with the iris symbolising the presence of being within the infinite. The starting point for the project was a desire to explore the idea of infinity,as articulated in Immanuel Kant’s first antinomy from the Critique of Pure Reason (1781).

The work examines how being is perceived, mourned, and remembered through forms that resist linear temporality—both present and absent. 
A series of wall-based photographs depicts a vase of irises captured under shifting light as they gradually wilt over several days. These images are intertwined with drawing as a way of accessing and deconstructing multiple dimensions of time and space. Points and lines are formed by the motion of particles intersecting and overlapping in complex assemblies.