Why, Whyre, Wire.

“Why? Whyah, Wire,” were the broken speech bubbles I learned to interpret after mother had her stroke. Through expressions, gestures and her tone we would decipher their meaning. Despite suffering with Aphasia I appreciated her ability to create these sounds no matter how irregular, disordered and chaotic. I developed a magic appreciation for each sound. I hoped these precious moments would continue for years. From quiet whispers, to shouts, through tears of joy and laughter this piece conjures fond memories.

This piece stands 43cm tall by 26cm wide by 10cm deep