The most beautiful memory. Recollecting my father.
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Dates2020 - Ongoing
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Author
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Recognition
'When I was a child my father told me that there was a treasure hidden by dwarfs somewhere in our home, an old country estate that had during his childhood and youth harboured a cinema named The Unicorn, a ball room, a tavern, a farm and a family. The world he showed me was magic, limitless and full of adventures. Objects could be magic and I knew if I just believed it hard enough I could fly.'
When I was 8 my father died after a long illness. I have always wanted to reconnect.
This work is my recollecting of memories so it is in some ways also an 'ode to my father'.
My father, an engineer, did not only take photos of us, his family, but was also quite a good amateur photographer, passionate about capturing everything from flowers to scenes in exotic countries, from traditional village events to self-portraits.
When I rediscovered boxes of his diapositives I wanted to use them along my own images to
tell the story of my memories and to celebrate the lasting bond that we share by visualising it.
I hoped to create something beautiful and new together; we are having a visual conversation.