I was fond of my grandmother, but I did not really know her. She died January 2013, at the age of 99,5.
For decades, her house was full of people: her mother in law, her husband’s sister and 9 children. Each corner of her house – now desserted – bears witness to stories I never heard and, unfortunately, never asked about. There never seemed to be time. How did those clay statues of Dominican women get there? And how did Audrey Hepburn appear in the toilet?
With my camera, I tried to capture and preserve those spaces and objects imbued with memories of an age gone by.