Flow |
Often, when my eyes are closed, memories pop up in my head.
A person becomes a memoryless person.
Memories are like a mosaic that constitutes man. As long as I remember,
I am who I am.
I'm afraid of losing memories.
To forget is to die.

Time is alive and indifferent.
We are so small in relation to time.
And I get scared when I think about it. www.mariiaermolenko.com

Looking for my mother | My project is about closeness with mom. In my childhood, my mother almost never was near, then she completely disappeared. My childhood passed in an attempt to hide and protect myself from the label “orphan”. For 15 years I didn’t know about my mother, but I continued to look for her.

In my memory, she remained young. I didn’t recognize her when we met. Recognition of mother began with the recognition of her body. Everything changed when I found out about mom’s childhood trauma. At 12, she gave birth to a baby. But the girl drowned at the age of 6 months. It was a child’s sorrow over a child. Sorrow became family secret that couldn’t be mentioned. Mom didn’t forgive herself; harming herself was easier than forgiving. She hid her life in guilt, hopelessness, alcohol. Now our closeness with mom continues to grow, although the past still interfers us. www.elenaliventseva.com