This piece is part of a body of work, made as an ode to my grandparents
and their home. They called each other “kersenpitje” (meaning little cherry pit). My grandmother gifted me her precious sewing machine. My grandfather
left me his garden and love for nature.
The leave in the textile will eventually fade and leave a suggestion of what once was.
Just like my grandfather, who has left too soon. Just like my grandmother’s fleeting memories.