Making DREAMS of the DEAD allowed us to engage with our own personal mythology around Baka’s house and the objects in it. We invite you to share an object or place that transports you to the past – to someone or something that you have lost. What are you holding on to? What have you let go of?
One of our closest friends gave us this platter as a wedding gift. The colors and design remind us of her so much. She was an intelligent, warm, and gifted person, but she suffered from depression and eventually took her own life. We continue to use the platter on special occasions. I worry that we’ll break it, but we can’t bring ourselves to just let it sit on a shelf.Posted: 6,February 2019
When my mom died, we cleaned out the house. She’d kept anything that could possibly be of use – jars full of twist ties, bags full of bags, plus things that had no use, like a few old lottery tickets my dad had bought. He never won anything. I kept two bottles of homemade wine, at least 30 years old. We finally opened them when we were moving from our own house. The wine looked golden and beautiful, but tasted like vinegar. I kept the empty bottles, even moving them across the country. I finally brought them in for recycling the other day. I will put the money towards a lottery ticket.Posted: 6,February 2019
My grandmother had a row of figurines on the valance board in her living room. As a child, they felt like companions watching over me as I read, or drew, or daydreamed. My grandmother had more precious objects in her dining room cabinet, but these were colourful and alive, full of personality. I found out, as an adult, that most of the figurines were bought as impromptu gifts for my grandmother by mom, when she was a young woman working downtown. I can imagine my grandmother’s delight when her newly grown-up daughter would come home from work on the streetcar, bearing a new inhabitant for the living room.Posted: 23,January 2019
Our meeting was random – we were assigned a shared office at UBC – but we became close friends immediately.
She gave me so many things during our seventeen years of friendship — the most important ones were of the heart and mind. But she was also an extravagantly generous gift-giver, and six weeks before her death, she bought me a beautiful black velvet suit by Cacharel. She told me that everyone should have something beautiful they can wear on a moment’s notice.
It was mid-winter when she took her life.
I did wear the suit to her memorial. I suspect this was her intention, and a final gesture of caring for me, but I will never know. Her legacy to all of us is a beauty of spirit that exceeds the exquisitely chosen presents she loved to bestow.Posted: 24,November 2018