It was a great loss for me when my grandma died. She was my last grandparent and with loosing her I felt that I lost the contact with the generation whose life was very different from ours. All her stories were gone and I didn’t get to preserve them.
This inspired me to go to the aged care organization Helping Hand and listen to the stories of the elderly residents there. I painted their hands and they told me their stories of love, war, exile, hope and heartache.