Pippa Healy

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Living with loss – the pain of grief – intense sorrow This zine is a photographic diary made entirely in Tokyo over one week in March 2017. It is a journey of longing in an urban environment. As I travelled each day across the city I was reading Japanese Death poems and visiting places where people were mourning their loved ones. I chose to go with my own pain and visit temples and grave yards – I got soaked in the rain and experienced the loneliness of people on the Tokyo metro.

Living with loss – the pain of grief – intense sorrow This zine is a photographic diary made entirely in Tokyo over one week in March 2017. It is a journey of longing in an urban environment. As I travelled each day across the city I was reading Japanese Death poems and visiting places where people were mourning their loved ones. I chose to go with my own pain and visit temples and grave yards – I got soaked in the rain and experienced the loneliness of people on the Tokyo metro.

Living with loss – the pain of grief – intense sorrow This zine is a photographic diary made entirely in Tokyo over one week in March 2017. It is a journey of longing in an urban environment. As I travelled each day across the city I was reading Japanese Death poems and visiting places where people were mourning their loved ones. I chose to go with my own pain and visit temples and grave yards – I got soaked in the rain and experienced the loneliness of people on the Tokyo metro.

Living with loss – the pain of grief – intense sorrow This zine is a photographic diary made entirely in Tokyo over one week in March 2017. It is a journey of longing in an urban environment. As I travelled each day across the city I was reading Japanese Death poems and visiting places where people were mourning their loved ones. I chose to go with my own pain and visit temples and grave yards – I got soaked in the rain and experienced the loneliness of people on the Tokyo metro.

Living with loss – the pain of grief – intense sorrow This zine is a photographic diary made entirely in Tokyo over one week in March 2017. It is a journey of longing in an urban environment. As I travelled each day across the city I was reading Japanese Death poems and visiting places where people were mourning their loved ones. I chose to go with my own pain and visit temples and grave yards – I got soaked in the rain and experienced the loneliness of people on the Tokyo metro.

‘The burning of my throat, here it comes again, my hot heavy tears fell onto the street’ This Zine is entitled 'Sick'. On Saturday 3rd June 2017, I was walking across London Bridge when terrorists killed a number of pedestrians in a van. My immediate, involuntary and emotional reaction at that time was to vomit. The sight of sick on an urban pavement is something we naturally avoid. We step over or around it. I am fascinated by how it got there - the total loss of control in a public place. My practice centres on themes of loss, longing and death. When we are suffering from grief, others often avoid eye contact – they tip toe around us. They do not want to confront it. They step around us. This is a book you may not want to pick up. Grief can sometimes be very violent. Grief and loss can make you sick.

‘The burning of my throat, here it comes again, my hot heavy tears fell onto the street’ This Zine is entitled 'Sick'. On Saturday 3rd June 2017, I was walking across London Bridge when terrorists killed a number of pedestrians in a van. My immediate, involuntary and emotional reaction at that time was to vomit. The sight of sick on an urban pavement is something we naturally avoid. We step over or around it. I am fascinated by how it got there - the total loss of control in a public place. My practice centres on themes of loss, longing and death. When we are suffering from grief, others often avoid eye contact – they tip toe around us. They do not want to confront it. They step around us. This is a book you may not want to pick up. Grief can sometimes be very violent. Grief and loss can make you sick.

‘The burning of my throat, here it comes again, my hot heavy tears fell onto the street’ This Zine is entitled 'Sick'. On Saturday 3rd June 2017, I was walking across London Bridge when terrorists killed a number of pedestrians in a van. My immediate, involuntary and emotional reaction at that time was to vomit. The sight of sick on an urban pavement is something we naturally avoid. We step over or around it. I am fascinated by how it got there - the total loss of control in a public place. My practice centres on themes of loss, longing and death. When we are suffering from grief, others often avoid eye contact – they tip toe around us. They do not want to confront it. They step around us. This is a book you may not want to pick up. Grief can sometimes be very violent. Grief and loss can make you sick.

‘The burning of my throat, here it comes again, my hot heavy tears fell onto the street’ This Zine is entitled 'Sick'. On Saturday 3rd June 2017, I was walking across London Bridge when terrorists killed a number of pedestrians in a van. My immediate, involuntary and emotional reaction at that time was to vomit. The sight of sick on an urban pavement is something we naturally avoid. We step over or around it. I am fascinated by how it got there - the total loss of control in a public place. My practice centres on themes of loss, longing and death. When we are suffering from grief, others often avoid eye contact – they tip toe around us. They do not want to confront it. They step around us. This is a book you may not want to pick up. Grief can sometimes be very violent. Grief and loss can make you sick.

‘The burning of my throat, here it comes again, my hot heavy tears fell onto the street’ This Zine is entitled 'Sick'. On Saturday 3rd June 2017, I was walking across London Bridge when terrorists killed a number of pedestrians in a van. My immediate, involuntary and emotional reaction at that time was to vomit. The sight of sick on an urban pavement is something we naturally avoid. We step over or around it. I am fascinated by how it got there - the total loss of control in a public place. My practice centres on themes of loss, longing and death. When we are suffering from grief, others often avoid eye contact – they tip toe around us. They do not want to confront it. They step around us. This is a book you may not want to pick up. Grief can sometimes be very violent. Grief and loss can make you sick.

Where does your mind wander in your final hours? Which experiences are revisited? ‘At This Hour’ explores memories and their role in the final moments of life. If you could return to a place or a person in your last days, where would you go? What would you choose to experience one last time? Might a painting or a favourite place be something, or somewhere, you would like to revisit? As we reflect on the memories built up over a lifetime, some have emotional resonance above all others. Some are there until our very last breath.

Where does your mind wander in your final hours? Which experiences are revisited? ‘At This Hour’ explores memories and their role in the final moments of life. If you could return to a place or a person in your last days, where would you go? What would you choose to experience one last time? Might a painting or a favourite place be something, or somewhere, you would like to revisit? As we reflect on the memories built up over a lifetime, some have emotional resonance above all others. Some are there until our very last breath.

Where does your mind wander in your final hours? Which experiences are revisited? ‘At This Hour’ explores memories and their role in the final moments of life. If you could return to a place or a person in your last days, where would you go? What would you choose to experience one last time? Might a painting or a favourite place be something, or somewhere, you would like to revisit? As we reflect on the memories built up over a lifetime, some have emotional resonance above all others. Some are there until our very last breath.

Where does your mind wander in your final hours? Which experiences are revisited? ‘At This Hour’ explores memories and their role in the final moments of life. If you could return to a place or a person in your last days, where would you go? What would you choose to experience one last time? Might a painting or a favourite place be something, or somewhere, you would like to revisit? As we reflect on the memories built up over a lifetime, some have emotional resonance above all others. Some are there until our very last breath.

Where does your mind wander in your final hours? Which experiences are revisited? ‘At This Hour’ explores memories and their role in the final moments of life. If you could return to a place or a person in your last days, where would you go? What would you choose to experience one last time? Might a painting or a favourite place be something, or somewhere, you would like to revisit? As we reflect on the memories built up over a lifetime, some have emotional resonance above all others. Some are there until our very last breath.

Where does your mind wander in your final hours? Which experiences are revisited? ‘At This Hour’ explores memories and their role in the final moments of life. If you could return to a place or a person in your last days, where would you go? What would you choose to experience one last time? Might a painting or a favourite place be something, or somewhere, you would like to revisit? As we reflect on the memories built up over a lifetime, some have emotional resonance above all others. Some are there until our very last breath.

This series is set in Los Angeles. It is painful and is it colourful. It moves between heartache and pain from Hollywood to Laurel Canyon. 'I am laying on the floor of the hotel room. My lips caresses the carpet. I can see underneath the bed. My heart is aching. I can't breathe'

This series is set in Los Angeles. It is painful and is it colourful. It moves between heartache and pain from Hollywood to Laurel Canyon. 'I'm just making sure that you have been left bereft and your heart beat is just flickering.'

This series is set in Los Angeles. It is painful and is it colourful. It moves between heartache and pain from Hollywood to Laurel Canyon. 'The deep murky water is rising. Shallow breath. Silently shuddering shouting and screaming.'

This series is set in Los Angeles. It is painful and is it colourful. It moves between heartache and pain from Hollywood to Laurel Canyon. 'Like a wounded deer dragging itself across a forest ..my blood drips from my gaping bloody wound leaving a trail across the dancefloor.'

Pippa Healy

My photographic practice is based on themes around living with loss – the pain of grief and acute longing. I often use text alongside my images. The text is made up of my own diary notes which draw heavily on my own experiences.

After a successful career as a television Producer/Director I returned to education in 2009 and studied photography at UAL Central St Martins and then University of Westminster where she graduated from MA Photographic Studies with a distinction in 2016. My images from my graduate show have been shown in Lithuania, Rome, France and Sardinia. Alongside my photographic practice I have also been making photo zines and they have been exhibited as part of the Lisbon book fair, Madrid book fair, Cosmos Arles, Zines of the Zone and the Photobook show in Ireland. Two of these zines are also stocked in The Photographers Gallery.

In October 2018 I will be starting an MA at UAL Camberwell in Book Arts.

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