“Everything goes, everything must end, but nothing erases the memories…”
These are my grandmother’s words.
Nuna has lived alone in her large house for over twenty years.
Every room in the house is a testament to her gradual and organized accumulation of objects of all kinds. Often useless, sometimes unusual, all hold the mysterious power to revive her past. The feeling comforts her when the silence is too heavy.
Laurence von der Weid
Weekend portfolio selected by Diane Dufour