These ink wash impressions of my grandmother's portrait were part of a palm-leaf book contained in a tuna fish can neatly wrapped in fabric. Unfortunately, the fabric padding in the can made it difficult to contain the finished, circular portraits (painted on watercolor paper and cut out), and the string holding them together has broken on two occasions. No longer wanting to cut them down for fear the original image is lost, I scanned them in and laid them out in Photoshop in a grid.
I was unable to attend her funeral and her passing is still very surreal to me. My grandmother was at once endearing and tough; none of the circles are cut to perfection. As a memory is seldom consistent or clear, each page is executed differently and ranges from the most detailed representation to the simplest image.