Sometimes the sky above us is open.

The work seeks an examination of the concept of home. I accompany my mother's return to the place where she grew up: a farm in southern Germany.

The work seeks an examination on the concept of home. I accompany my mother's return to the place where she grew up: a farm in southern Germany. In the confrontation of an idealizing view and the distance from the actual place today, tensions between familiarity and strangeness, constancy and change become visible. They clarify how home and origin can both carry and constrict.

The initial point for me was to ask what kind of person my mother was and what kind of life she had before I entered hers. We search for the past in the present. I embark on a figurative search, so the objects become emotional representatives and are associatively linked to the sensations she has had and still has today. The title refers to a quote from a letter my mother sent to her parents in 1999. When she found it again while doing research for the project, she couldn't believe that she wrote the letter herself, like a metaphor of the transformations that have taken place over the years.

How does home change for a person when she hasn't lived there for a long time? And when she returns?