Memory Seed Bombs - Progression
Documentation of a Memory Seed Bomb dissolving and sprouting by Kasey Smith
I thought I had more time…
But I knew better. I knew I was running out the clock by being avoidant. That in the end I would regret so much of this. And I did. I started painting the Memory Seed Bombs when my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. This was years — decades even — after losing my father, my grandfather, and my great uncle and great aunt to various, assorted memory disorders. Offering to paint her a Memory Seed Bomb for my father was too painful, so I asked if she’d like me to immortalize a simple memory of her parents — she choose the whiskey sours they drank every evening after dinner. So I painted the seed bomb and then life intervened. There was the pandemic lockdown, we had to move her into memory care, I quit my job due to burn out, I moved to the Netherlands. And suddenly the visits became further and further apart. Until the last one, which was mainly just silence. The moment to plant the seed bomb together had passed. So I’m sprouting it alone. One watering and one photo at a time.
