Oranges, octopus and eggshells 2020

               In my brief acquaintance with my grandmother,  I discovered her intense, almost stubborn attachment to her memories. She would talk about them, visualize them to me and constantly flip through old photographs she kept on her nightstand. I didn’t understand her insistence, as a lot of these memories seemed painful and poignant, not until I grew up and was more capable to relate. I became intrigued with the way she held on to her memories and decided to photograph her in the apartment where she lived by herself.