Isa, 2025

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My grandmother, Isa is being led by her caretaker, shuffling her feet across the dining room. She had a small frame, which became even smaller with age. I shrunk it further. I liked the idea that one has to get closer to see her—that seeing her is an act of will. Her expression is layered; it changes the nearer the viewer draws. The closer the view point the more intense the bewilderment. Isa had dementia, and her hand was deformed by a rare condition, never fully opening. She was not a tame woman, but she was tender to me. She never ‘accepted’ anything she didn’t like-least of all her aging.