One apartment, my mother’s. Year 2004, summer.
My mother has just passed away. The apartment in which she has lived her last years, it is empty of her presence. Now it is the time to empty the flat from all furniture and objects. But something remains here, between and around those furniture’s and objects.
It seems like a last breath still hovering. I am there; I want to capture this one breath. A piece of Nylon by the meter and my photo camera will help. 10 years after this One Breath, still exists through my photographs. The memory of the loved ones never goes away.
Lizzie Calligas