The project was inspired by my grandmother Neomi.
She lived alone for many years after her husband passed away, In her last 10-15 years of life she discovered
her love for photography and became somewhat of an obsessive photographer. The
new hobby seemed to fill her up with vitality and a new approach to life. In
every family occasion she would make us pose for her to take our photographs.
We would put on our smiles and stand near the flowers in the back yard,
silently, trying to be patient, until she felt she got the right shot. She
would also go by herself on organized trips around the world to exotic places, taking
numerous shots of the landscapes. Later she would frame all her photographs,
the family’s and the landscape and hung them up on the walls of her living room
in different sections, until you could almost not see the washed out wallpaper
her death her apartment was put up for sale. My parents told me that I should
go there and take what ever I want. Going through her things, standing in her
living room, surrounded by all these carefully staged family photos on one
hand, the vast landscapes on the other hand I discovered another photographed world
hidden in the living room drawers, the past. Carefully organized in shoeboxes
were photos of her life as a young woman, a lover, a mother. I think I’ve
never been to a room with so many photographs.
this experience I couldn’t help but thinking about the place that the
photographs played in her life. Were they pieces of reality for her? Mannikins in her one sided dialogues? Did she feel that she was living
a better life by owning them? Did
they keep her company in her long hours alone in the flat?