Humans are the only living beings who are aware of the finality of life. We are bound to accept this fact with total vulnerability. But how can the transient nature of our personalities be acknowledged in an individualistic society? Six years ago, I set out to find an answer to this question in my photo series.
As I began working on the project, my grandmother was diagnosed with dementia. Her disease encapsulates the starting point of my fears. If our personality completely disappears at the moment of our death, we can think of dementia as that frozen moment in which, day after day, we slowly drift away from ourselves.
Ever so slowly, the original project has turned into a collaborative effort with my grandmother. As I watch her changing both mentally and physically, I aim to embrace acceptance; striving to experience the existing order in the world, in which the transience of life also plays a part.
