LITTLE LIFE

As a child I wandered through the meadows with my camera and dreamed of a life far away. 15 years later, after living in the city for a long time, I find these photos; the prints crumbling and the negatives lost. I see a landscape that I miss. I return to my home village and gave birth to two babies in 1 year. Unprepared for the new reality of being a mother, I am constantly torn between ecstasy and exhaustion. A period of stagnation begins, in which I spend days, months, years wandering around with my children in those same meadows of my youth, waiting for time to pass. Strangely enough, my body and mind never seem to be completely mine anymore and yet I feel lonely. One day, when the youngest is two years old, I find a camera in my father’s cupboard. I take photos of our waiting. First occasionally and then obsessively. When I look back at the images I feel free.