Renae’s Keys

preserving legacy, determination, and memory through deconstructed objects

My grandmother, Renae, was a remarkable pianist and visiting her home was always marked by sitting at the piano, touching the keys, listening to her play. She lit up when she was at the piano and had sheets (and books and folders magazines and more sheets) of music piled everywhere.

It was glorious.

When she passed, her piano was severely out-of-tune and unable to be repaired. There was talk of donating it to a nursing home, however, the sentiment was that they would just trash it. I couldn’t bear the thought of this item that she had cherished, touched, shared with her entire family just disappear. So, I asked if I could take it apart and make something new, hopefully preserving the tactile memory and spirit of this sweet woman who only ever wanted to play.

As I learn more about my grandmother, it feels socially radical that we have preserved it. She had always wanted to go to music school as a young girl which was not possible during the time. She sacrificed cultivating her dream to grow and love a family and I’m so grateful. It was a gift to honor her in this small but meaningful installation.

Love you, Grammy.