The Series was created in honor of my mother, a beautiful woman who sacrificed her talent to support her family. A powerful woman, who was always there, without being, as if sweet musical notes, carried by the wind were calling her from distance.
A graceful woman who use to hum sad old songs and her enchanting smile had the bitterness of the apples on the bottom our sweet apple trees.
My mother died after a few years of Alzheimer and I witness the gradual fading of her soul.
After her death, going through her old photos and doing this series, helped me having my redemption through a heart rending acceptance of life and death. which was about my own as much as my mother's. Perhaps I shall know life passed like scenes, from running trains window.
I remember the rose smell of her skin,
I remember the lavender scent of her pillow,
I remember her beautiful smile and her struggle to be a mother and a wife,
I remember the purple dress which blends with her skin and I remember I envied that beauty.
I remember her body climbing the stairs when her heart was hidden in the closet behind her paintings.
I remember that she could not remember me last time when we talked,
I DO NOT WANT TO REMEMBER HER LYING IN THAT DRY CLAY.