Carmen Prado Escamilla died at the age of 100 years and eleven months at her house in Sabanilla de Montes de Oca, San Jose, Costa Rica. She was my great-grandmother and probably one of the more influential people in my life. She was my first photography subject and this photo essay is one of my precious ones.
She died by herself, my bigest regret.
Her death was the perfect analogie of her life. Not only she lived a solitary life but she suffer a difficult transition between life and death. I think she didn’t want do die.
After her death, my family started a process of remodeling and restauring her house. The house suffered a transition as well as Carmen’s spirit and this photographer’s life.
This photo essay is an analogie between the transitions life-death and remembering-forgetting, but with one exception. My grandma could not avoid dieing (even though she tried) but I can avoid forgetting her. Photography has become my tool for remembering, not only by me but also by other that I have shared the images with. That way I make sure that even if I’m gone, she won’t be lost to oblivion.