Edith and I

The more I find out about my grandparents, the more I recognise myself in them.

 

I finished my latest photography course here in Gran Canaria about a month ago. My idea was to travel a bit before going back to Berlin, but something magical happened and I decided to change my plans; I entered the house of my grandmother Edith where I hadn't been for about twenty years. Who knows why…

My aunt Margaret, the present owner of the place, has kept everything the way it was as my grandma was still alive. She died 18 years ago. It was such an amazing experience. Memories banged my head! Objects, textures, smells… everything'd send me back to another time of my life. I realised right away I had to work on a photo series on the theme.

I've moved into the house. I spend the weeks seeing how the light changes during the day, discovering little treasures hidden in drawers, recalling experiences I've lived here… This is actually helping me to understand myself better. The more I find out about my grandparents, the more I recognise myself in them. I wonder where all this is going to take me…