When Spring Never Comes

  • Dates
    2015 - Ongoing
  • Author
  • Locations Myanmar (Burma), Germany

Rooted in the aftermath of Myanmar’s 2021 coup, the work reflects on memory and displacement where state violence and exile resonate within Europe’s shifting political landscape, as the past and present intertwine in the search for belonging and survival.

“You never had those yellow slippers,” my mother insists, her certainty making my memory feel like a betrayal. Yet I see them so clearly—the yellow soles, the black braid- ed straps—left behind on the day we moved. I was four and that yellow slipper has stayed with me ever since. But did I ever own those slippers? Over time, this memory clings uneasily to me, leaving me to question which version of the past truly belongs to me.

Every border crossed, every moment of waiting, forces me to relive the fear, anger and uncertainty as I fled in Myanmar after the 2021 military coup. What I escaped has followed me here in Germany, where promises of safety are broken and the cycle of exile continues.

“When Spring Never Comes” explores how memory and uncertainty intertwines. Where the past and present constantly merge and reshape each other. It delves into the artist’s emotional toll of displacement, alienation, and the struggle to reconcile. The work reflects the tension between remembering and forgetting, absence and reconstruction, past and present, across shifting landscapes of time and distance.

© Min Ma Naing - Grief is the luxury we cannot afford.
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Grief is the luxury we cannot afford.

© Min Ma Naing - Image from the When Spring Never Comes photography project
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They call it freedom—but it’s a leash, just long enoughto let you think you’re running.It disguised as choice,a door that only opens one way.They measure your steps,your voice on hold,your body in borders.Call it peace. Call it justice. Call it anything but whatever it is. At first, you don’t feel it.Not until you pull. Not Until you choke.

© Min Ma Naing - Freedom is just a leash.
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Freedom is just a leash.

© Min Ma Naing - Image from the When Spring Never Comes photography project
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Did I ask you to leave? .... No You asked me to stay too long. That was worse. When I left me ..... (except from journal entry),

© Min Ma Naing - When I count the days lost in syllables.
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When I count the days lost in syllables.

© Min Ma Naing - This face escapes me: forgetting becomes the way this image remembers.
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This face escapes me: forgetting becomes the way this image remembers.

© Min Ma Naing - Image from the When Spring Never Comes photography project
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Berlin, 2024. New Year’s Eve.Chaos disguised as joy. Noise pretending to be celebration. Fireworks everywhere—bang, bang, bang and laughters here and there. That scared me.I’m annoyed by the noise of fireworks.No,...I’m more bothered by the noise of people, No actually their joy.How silly they don’t know what such sounds can mean.I just want to disappear.

© Min Ma Naing - On our last day in Dehli, 2023. The day before she left.
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On our last day in Dehli, 2023. The day before she left.

© Min Ma Naing - Image from the When Spring Never Comes photography project
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That self portrait with my mom never appeared. That was our last time together in Dehli 2023. Next day, my mom was leaving Delhi and we didn't know when we'd meet again. I took self portrait with my mom and a photo of her alone. But I didn't develop the film until two years later. The photo of my mom turned out fine. That self portrait never appeared, just fog where we had stood side by side.

When Spring Never Comes by Min Ma Naing

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