As a young adult, I would keep in touch with my parents through postcards. Rarely photographic representations of the places I visited, but rather postcards of the artworks I'd seen that had impacted me, or that summed up my wonder, experienced in that place.

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During the first half of 2020, when my mother, artist Daphne Mason, was dying, we became cut off from each other through the first extensive Covid lockdown in Auckland. I tried to navigate this unknown territory of walking out someone's final months beside them through poetry and paint. As I was finally allowed to visit her on compassionate grounds, I realized how touch, being able to hold her hand, was now an incredible privilege. With the passing days the realization grew that our parting was now imminent - a departure that would lead her to a better place, while I stayed behind, to mourn.

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Postcards Home is the record of the last 6 months of her life.