A mi abuela Zine
"A mi Abuela" is a poem I wrote for my grandma for a photography project. When I first wrote it, I started to learn more about my grandmother's relationship and how frail life can be. When I thought of illustrating this poem, I opted for a muted color palette in red tones, because according to my story, that probably was her favorite color. I wrote the Spanish words because they made more sense for me, and I wanted to keep it more personal.
A direct translation of the poem:
The flowers that grow around my grandmother's grave are named Aster. It is a flower which seeds fly with the wind and bloom wherever they may land—That's how my grandmother was.
When I think about my grandmother, I always think of red. Her sofas in her house were red, the comforter on her bed was red, or even the candles on the dining room table. We always visited her in the December holidays.
Perhaps red was her favorite color, but that is something I will never know. It is sad to admit, but I was beginning to know her when she was beginning to die.
I can't recall hearing her say " I love you" to my grandpa or seeing her hugging my mother. She was different and in a way she shwed her love also differently, it was more in actions rather than words. She thaught me how to bake
A lot of times I find myself thinking of her when I see tulips, they were her favorites or when lookig at the fruist that grew at her house on the superarket. I miss her
