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DRAWN TOGETHER, THE BOOK
MOLLY, THE GRAPHIC NOVEL
100 HERONS PROJECT
Drawn to Pets
Tag: Karin Thorsen
60 years ago my mother became a mother. (Karin Kristina Orwald 1936 – 2008)
Mamma- a portrait.
The third letter home. November 18, 1968
The second letter. November 5, 1968.
Dream. Letters. Thought and Memory.
You are motherhood. You are the greatest mystery.
Slithering pancreatic serpent. #griefprocess
You are motherhood. You are the greatest mystery. Karin 17/09/36-08/11/08
We were drawn together on Saturday- and now I know why…
“Always, remember, you are the best.” No, you were, Pappa. #toliveuntilwesaygoodbye
On Autumnal endings and beginnings in October
My mother’s tapestry…
SOME PORTRAITS OF GRIEF.
In place of death there was light.
The timeless/spaceless mid zone of creative process and chatting with the dead…
it should be a nightmare, but somehow, it isn’t. Instead, I am filled with curiosity…
When grief is like a wave crashing on shore…
The maternal eyelids that buried will again open toward the heights…
Contemplating death, loss, hope, acceptance…
Grief hits me when I least suspect it, with a solitary evening walk…
I could hear her heart stop.
A letter home. November 1, 1968
Package of letters to Sweden by Mom and Dad since 1968, now in my hands
The darkness is not always there. But the mask slips at times. #journal
“Leaving behind in autumn’s advent…” My father’s last tax filings.
The umbilical cord. Mother-daughter journal series. PART 3: Because you are only a seed
The umbilical cord. Mother-daughter journal series. PART 2: IDENTIFY THE FIRST MILESTONE
The umbilical cord. Mother-daughter journal series. PART 1: Accepting the task.
With love and gratitude in my heart and soul, I say thank you to my parents…
The darkening cathedral: processing the emotion of missing. #grief #saudade #journalexercise
Desperately seeking Karin… #journal #grief #arttherapy