Luke Jackson

The first image is a photograph of my ex-wife's maternal grandmother, Florence Pfifer. The following images, in chronological order, are a series of drawings and paintings I did of this image. I find this photograph very inward, pensive, poised, and beautifully composed. She died a lonely and unnecessary death by pneumonia. I only learned that story after I had already become captivated by this image. To me, suddenly, it was almost like this image took on a shade of foreshadowing, a kind of serene prescience of her early end. And in exploring this image in various approaches I found myself thinking a lot about the nature of remembrance and how people live on in their families and communities through images and memories and how those things shift and often times even fade over time.