The personal project about loss. We are born and die alone, but I still see you in dreams. You asked me to look at the sky more often after your death. In these moments, I can always hear your voice.
Nightswimming starts from my first memory – the parting with my dear Nanny. I called her Grandma – I really believed she was my mother. This work documents what my childhood instilled in me.
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