Today marks one year since my grandmother died. I took these images straight after her death, when I came back for my Christmas holidays. I did not have the chance to see her while she was ill, and I did not know she died on the 2nd of December 2012, I only knew when I came back on the 13th of December. But, I knew in my heart that she is gone, she ‘has spoken’ to me in my dreams.

The images show my first time returning to her house, without having her physical presence. Even she was gone, I was seeing her all around the house by the objects she left behind, untouched. Things that waited for her to come back from the hospital, as the freshly grated walnuts waiting to be used for my favourite Christmas cake, ‘cozonac’.

I have kept these images hidden for one year, and I always go back to them as a memory of her, but today I have decided to share her last moments of living with you. I say moments of living, because the objects can guide us to her story, even her presence is absent from my images.

It can be considerate an intimate project, from a subjective point of view. All the objects connote her personality and the moments I shared with her. This project was the first time when I decided to explore the family history in my portfolio; therefore it was a great challenge. 

02.12.2013