maya van wingerden
Three and a half years ago my father disappeared at Sea.
Afraid my memories about him will disappear I was looking for ways to evoke them.
That was when I saw his sailing suit hanging carefully in the wardrobe, at my parents house.
By wearing it, I became aware of the power of the clothes and how it became a medium for shaping and sharing memories.
While dealing with my loss, two people close to me lost their fathers too.
They both are girls and we share the same age.
Therefore I wondered, what would wearing their fathers clothes mean to them? What memories would it evoke and what is the elicit power of clothing?
© 2018 maya van wingerden