Every family wants to pass on successes and good stories. But what about what we would rather hold back or erase? What we keep silent, forget, struggle with, but wish no one else?
Shame, expectations and anxieties from unknown sources, losses and losses remain with us, even if we close the door on them.
Our mothers’ persistent struggles, our silent pain, our childhood fears may shape us even more than our fathers’ dreams. I would like to shed light on some of the stories that have remained in the shadows, some of the stories that can only be guessed at. The painful memories that I have heard over and over again from my female ancestors, that they have repeated in their search for meaning, in their attempts to take back control of their own history. They were also healing themselves through storytelling, building, reassembling from shards and wounds.
I am interested in the layering of personal stories from generation to generation, in the series of repetitions, new beginnings and endings, in the will and the unfathomable force that emerges spontaneously, even in impossible situations, to survive, to evolve and to give life.