A set of doors with textured glass seen in a house in Wuppertal functioned as a memory trigger. A narration meanders in the realms of memory, and the borderlines of time and space vanish. Presented side by side, the pictures taken at Wuppertal and the text narrating the memory that was triggered become parts of one whole, adjacent pieces of a childhood memory.
“[...] A set of closed doors was letting the light come in through its textured glass, we could see shadows of movement behind it. These doors were the real entrance to the sanctuary of my grandmother’s life. They were always closed, in the winter to prevent the cold from entering inside, and in summer so as to let the heat out. [...]” (excerpt)
C-Print | BFK-Rives paper | mount
70 cm x 45 cm