I have forgotten my father's voice. "While I have many memories of him, his voice is not among them. Silence was the most valuable lesson I learned from my father". Throughout that period, on winter evenings in a small kitchen by the fire where we stood head to head to keep warm, even the brothers and sisters seemed to me like strange characters, like mysterious scarecrows, each of whom offered their own unique perspective on life and the motives of the father's silence. Even when he spoke he had a hushed tone, almost like a whisper. (excerpt from memoirs)
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
