I repeat you

I repeat you I repeat you without beginning or end I repeat your body The day has a thin shadow and the night yellow crosses the landscape without regard and the people a row candles while I repeat you with my breasts that reforms the hollows of your hands Poem by Ingrid Jonker. These images are about the thin line between a psychiatric disease and a young onset dementia and the long wait for a definitive diagnosis. I am an observer and at the same time involved because it is my partner who is slowly but definitely disappearing and changing into another person. I once fell for his beautiful hands. All photo's are shot with a Leica M3, the old camera of my husbands father, who died of dementia.