Remembering a future that never was

This series shows details of photos from 1960, the time I was born. They are elements from my parental home, my personal origin.

Because the relationship between me and my mother has become complicated over the years, looking at the past makes me sad. Still, searching and editing photos about my earliest childhood brought me new insights.

I realized that my mother was undoubtedly very happy with me when I was born. My father's death shortly afterwards left scars on her. And when a second child and new marriage soon presented itself, she was condemned by those around her. That must have marked her for life.

In making this series, I really immersed myself in this history for the first time. My realization that her life suddenly took a dramatic turn and my understanding of her grief and loneliness about it, made, after all these years, that I can look at her and myself with gentleness and compassion.