On Womanhood

My way of seeing, as a photographer, is closely connected to and was constructed in the female environment, which I’d always look through, but not look at. This series is an attempt to do that. The history of my family has had a profound effect on my photographic practice. Revisiting my artistic choices and themes always brings me back to my roots, to my matriarchal family. Ever since my parents divorced, my coming-into-age world had been populated solely by women. My inner lens got focused on my mom, sisters, and grandmothers. Documenting the flux of daily routines, touching and mundane moments has turned into an artistic study that unfolds and reveals the very nature of womanhood that shaped me as a woman.

Have you ever tried putting into words the feeling of coming home after being away for a while? It carries a certain weight of melancholy - you see your parents getting older, buildings getting demolished and rivers running dry. Everything looks familiar, yet different. Yet it is so warm and comforting. It tastes like grandma’s cooking and smells like bonfire. It is fleeting, but somehow ever present. It’s like you’re covered with a big, soft duvet and no troubles or worries can get to you. You feel so light you’re almost floating and the whole world seems so far away. You dive into the sea of fuzzy memories where time is reversed and childhood emerges from the past to become your present again.