Watching this odyssey of refugees unfold, safely sitting at home, warm and well fed, I could not help but feel paralyzed by grief. I was holding my first, newly born child and preparing for her baptism.  

The overfilled crafts that did not make the journey across the sea began washing ashore.  The form of a child curled up on the sand, his body lifeless. His mother and brother also lost in the voyage.  Beside them lay photographs, books, clothing and memories of a life left behind.

Water. 

The immersion of my child by water, symbolizing purification and regeneration - was the same element that was washing over and taking the last breaths from these bodies.

In this series, the cyanotype process captures the skeletal remains of once loved items of clothing.  Their owners' memories woven into the seams, and burnt in time into the paper. The blue of the chemical lends itself to the water that both gives life, and takes life.