Another kind of patchwork memory mending. Digital patchwork. Fabulous in its own way, but I can't help feeling it lacks substance if you can't flip it over and see the tiny stitches holding it together, see where the joins were made, where one piece finishes and another piece starts. A kind of false memory, masquerading as a true one. But I suppose memory is like that anyway. A memory years old can be undone by learning something new...a truth you thought was absolute suddenly isn't any more, something you believed in dissolves into nothing, having never existed at all, or perhaps becomes something entirely different. Nothing is fixed, even the past is mutable. History is written in sand.
My maternal grandmother's wedding...a little Photoshop magic
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What a lovely post. I love your patchwork and the beautiful photos all mended..lovely metaphors for patched and mended selves..
... it's all great ...
Perfection in a patch, my friend! You've done a miraculous job fixing that photo of your Grandmother's wedding day.
You did a wonderful job on mending the photo. Sweet!
How strange -- I just spend most of the day doing a blog post about my maternal grandmother. I scanned some modern photographs of old, family heirloom photographs to put into it -- and one of them was her wedding photograph! -- and there was a patchwork quilt involved. --Cosmic!
wow, what a great job you did with that photo! You are so lucky to have old photos of your family. All ours seem to have been lost over the years - in fact even my childhood photos :(
I love your blog - the design is beautiful! I'll defo keep reading.
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Peace,
Y
a LITTLE photo shop magic??/ It looks like a lot to me. well done. And i know what you mean about the mending, I love your metaphores (?) always so bang on.
xxx
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