“Truth is…”

Our family home was sold in 1978 after my parents divorce, a direct result of my mother’s increasing psychosis and my father’s lack of understanding. After the house sold my mother refused to leave and the moving people had to physically remove her. My mother then lived in hotels until her money ran out. She never understood why she was thrown out of her home. Ultimately she became homeless and for several years lived on the streets and slept in churches.

Reading through her scraps of paper and notebooks one of the key themes is “home ownership” which might explain her many photographs of cottages, homes and mansions.

One of her favorite sayings was “Truth is” and the truth is all she wanted was her home.