(My dear mother whom I call Manoo)
I knew her all my life, or rather, it would be better to say that she knew me much better than I knew myself. The anxiety of losing her compelled me to obsessively photograph Mano. I tried to take photos of Mano in such a way that I would have a complete collection of her presence and daily life in her absence. I didn’t want the years spent creating this collection, the blood ties between Mano and me, and her severe and terminal illness to limit my ability to photograph her. Mano was so dear to me that even now, in her absence, I am still grieving. This personal collection serves as a balm and a legacy for me, allowing me to always remember her face and existence in the absence of my mother.
2019 – 2022
