Wednesday, 29 July 2015
I just finished this picture which is based on a circa 1860 tintype of sisters who lived not far from where I live now.
I don't know much more than the fact that one of them was named 'Aggie' (Agnes), they were fairly well off and that Aggie's elderly granddaughter died a few months ago.
What their hopes and fears were or even how their clothes felt on their bodies, I have no idea.
So solemn and stiff in the tintype and so grey they might as well have already been in the grave.
Even warmed up with a little colour, Aggie and her nameless sister peer out at us - lovely/chilling reminders of our own mortality and the passing of time.