FORGET-ME-NOT
I am interested in photographing what I am scared to forget, I want to keep those lived-in spaces with me.
Living far away from my family home, taught me how to see at a distance.
A connection that I have with my mother is through nature, through her garden and I searched in that language a way to communicate with her.
My sister told me recently that she has a memory of me watering plants … I like that story.
Sometimes I think what my life would be like if I were a plant, what my leaves would look like, what color they would be, how deep my roots would go.
I tried to focus on the evocative thoughts, on those moments spent in the house’s garden in the stillness of a nap or at night, but never in silence. You can hear the inner voices of child and a mother.
I created a small record of my childhood place, some of the shots were made from the waist, in order to recover the things that I was looking at.
I tried to find those dream like images, objects of my memory, tales of a childhood fable that become alive again at that very moment.
While the present is asleep, my memories grow.
Abraham Votroba
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I am interested in photographing what I am scared to forget, I want to keep those lived-in spaces with me.
Living far away from my family home, taught me how to see at a distance.
A connection that I have with my mother is through nature, through her garden and I searched in that language a way to communicate with her.
My sister told me recently that she has a memory of me watering plants … I like that story.
Sometimes I think what my life would be like if I were a plant, what my leaves would look like, what color they would be, how deep my roots would go.
I tried to focus on the evocative thoughts, on those moments spent in the house’s garden in the stillness of a nap or at night, but never in silence. You can hear the inner voices of child and a mother.
I created a small record of my childhood place, some of the shots were made from the waist, in order to recover the things that I was looking at.
I tried to find those dream like images, objects of my memory, tales of a childhood fable that become alive again at that very moment.
While the present is asleep, my memories grow.
Abraham Votroba