It wasn’t a casual decision: those doorways —which I once opened with my own keys— hold more than just physical entry. Another defining moment in the family I was trying to portray —my own— was my parents’ separation. So, through three columns, I ended up presenting three distinct periods that, in some way, also reflect that separation: the house of a united childhood, and later the two separate homes where I spent my teenage years, sometimes with my mother, sometimes with my father.
These images, taken in the present, are combined with archival photographs: those we took during the years we actually lived in those homes. With a sense of humor, these older photos are superimposed onto the composition of the doorways, almost creating a nostalgic scene of what used to happen inside.
Now, those doors I can no longer open are, in a way, wallpapered by my project. Covered with memories and the presence of my family, reoccupying what the moves out have left behind.
Collage
Archive
SS 2025