"What is eternity I cannot follow" was my first photo project or more a way to remember the last time in my mum's and my grandmother's life. It was spring, it was getting light, but spring was raw and dry in front of me. The world was shrinking, they were slipping away, and I would soon be the only one left of us. The strong presence of them both turned into a delicate thread. Summer never began that year. What time could encompass was changed forever. But what they left behind was the beginning of my path to becoming a photographer. 

 

For this work, I have not read a line of psychology as the feeling is entirely my own and the work could not be greater than this as the title came to reflect.