My grandmother sang in a village choir. They had beautiful costumes and, according to the stories of my mother, they performed a lot.
My grandmother was not very happy in her personal life. She was a very beautiful woman and suffered from the beating of her husband, who envied her. I always loved to visit my grandmother in the village, it seemed to me that nature was alive here, she could empathize with your emotional wounds. Often I had to witness conflicts between my parents, my mother suffered like my grandmother.
Only now, when I am in my 30s, I realized that we are passing on to each other our unfortunate fate from generation to generation, unable to break this vicious circle, we choose the image of the victim.
I met my first love in this village and found myself in the same abusive relationship as my grandmother and my mother.
In my project, I combine the past and the present – the archive footage of the ensemble with my photographs.
