It is a big question to ask, considering the millions of predecessors before each of us. It is one of the questions I have been asking myself more and more since my grandmother died, leaving me a beautiful carved, wooden box full of her old photographs, postcards and letters – her memories.
The more I searched through the box, the more I felt I was on a treasure hunt, piecing together the clues she has left me. Every moment I pick up a new photograph or letter I search frantically for a connection, to remember names and places, to find similarities in the faces of my family members. I have began a project that will take me on a photographic journey, to allow me to explore my grandmothers memories and connect them with my own.