Change of plans:

Here's the thing: I lost the courage to do my initial time-based piece. I feel like I would not be able to capture what I'm trying to express and I would be horrified if my piece were more like kitch than a statement. As well, I haven't been able to shake the idea of incorporating my family history into a project.
I have been interested in the history of my family for a long, long time and this was heightened by my visit to Holland this past April. I had the chance to stay with various family members and they took me around to see where my grandparents/great-grandparents and so on, came from. I had an incredible time and I feel an even deeper connection to my whole family which is a real blessing to me. As well, my family is an immigrant one - my grandparents immigrated here to Canada after WWII and began new lives here. But there is still family in Holland - not all the siblings moved, and in some cases, some moved back. The thing that struck me was the fact that I could show up in an airport terminal and I could almost immediately spot my relative sent to pick me up. It did not matter that I may never have seen this person or hadn't seen them since I was very little, but I could STILL tell they were my family!
This got me thinking about the fact that no matter the amount of time that has passed or the number of kilometres that separate us, there is an even greater thing that unites us - blood.