My Granddad’s Car: Roots and Narratives – 2011
All that is left of my granddad’s memory is this photograph and the car he once owned. When I went home to my granddad’s village when I was younger I saw an old battered car, well it wasn’t really a car it was more like a rusty shell as all of the interiors were missing and the wheels were gone. I wondered why the people in the village had not removed it. When I asked who it belonged to they told me it was my granddad’s car.
With the last photograph of my granddad slowly fading I decided to try and preserve the last artifact that represents his existence. The act of bringing the cars remains to the UK and merging my ancestral past with my present life in London is an exploration into the importance of personal history, belonging and migration.