"And then something very strange happened. I remember it was the first morning my mother woke up at home in her own bedroom. It was snowing outside. We had opened the curtains next to her bed and she- her eyes began to flicker open at the sunlight streaming in through the window. And I watched as she slowly began to look around the room. It was almost as if everything in the room was made of air.

It was the peculiar; disturbing way she was staring down at her hands, as if she had never really looked at her own hands before. And she looked over to me, slowly, and said, "Everything's different." -Toby MacLennan (from How Will I Know I'm Here)

Germaine Koh

This is from her ongoing work Journal

http://www.germainekoh.com

To see her series Sightings this is a good site:

http://umanitoba.ca/schools/art/galleryoneoneone/koh4.html

"Our 'identity' is not a fixed, rooted 'thing' with a deeply buried core of authenticity. It is instead an ever-shifting constellation of distant lights. A fragile metaphor of triangulation, our source of orientation, emerges from a mass of otherwise indistinguishable stars...The myth of modernity is that history is both progressive and linear, and not a series of beads linked in a circle. The myth is that our families consist of fixed roots, trees and branches, and not constellations of elegant, fragile linkages of desire, light and sharing." Russell Keziere (from Death & the Family)