84 days is made up of photos that I took on my phone during the 84 days that my mum was in hospital before she died.
Taking the photos at the time felt inevitable and provided some sort of grounding, an attempt to tether myself to a world that didn't make very much sense then.
For the majority of the time that my mum was in hospital, while there was the constant up and down of her symptoms, there was always the belief that she was coming home. So these photos were never meant to be a record of her illness or her death. They were only ever a way to hold on to seeing the world while I couldn't see it clearly myself.