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@thegriefprojectofficial
I lost my husband
Dad was in the army. Loved everything army. He left me this metal wine. When he bought i thought it was so tacky. But now I have it in the centre of my table.
My nana loved London and Lions. Always waffling on about how we need to save them. Every year on her birthday I visit the lions in Trafalgar Square.
An exploration into how we grieve through objects.
Angel Weeping
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Thomas Campbell
His only remaining memories are of beating on her bedroom door, shouting that he wished she was dead. And the police coming to tell them the news. Phil Toledano was six and Claudia nine when she died in a fire. Partly to protect him, Claudia was almost never spoken of again. In turn, he somehow m
A series created by Phil Toledano. Definitely worth a look in to. Very heartfelt and meaningful.
Fallen Soldier by Sharni Williams
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
Lemony Snicket, Horseradish
Broken Childhoods by Sharni Williams
Forever by Sharni Williams
Proposal
We all grieve in extremely different ways. When expressing the experience of grief, language is limited. What I propose is that we try and capture the experience through photography. It doesn’t have to be photography, you can send in any media form, such as videos, quotes, websites etc. Whatever you’re comfortable with. This page is to be a safe haven. A place where you can explore your grief. Or, if you just want to browse and see if anyone feels the same way as you.
This project was initially inspired by my own grief, and my lack of dealing with it. Its only recently that I’ve started exploring how I grieve and how it affects who I am in my everyday life. I will share more as we go along. I thought it would be an interesting subject to explore for my university third year project.
I will be posting some examples of my work and some research I’ve found to start the project off. Thanks for taking the time to read this and, hopefully, submit your ideas! I really appreciate it! I’ll leave you with a quote from American TV show The Whispers that stuck with me and really started this whole project off.
“Then my mom, she said that grief is a suitcase that sits at the bottom of your bed, and no matter what, without failure, you have to pick it up every day, take it with you. Some days it will be filed with rocks, and you don’t think you can carry it, and then other days, light as a feather.”
- Claire Bennigan, The Whispers
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