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hold

Hold is a project about loss, and memory.

It is a process I needed to go through, in order to get on with my photography and my life.

Without explaining much or sometimes being really explicit, it intends to invite the viewer into a flow containing different feelings, or none.

Looking up 'hold' in the dictionary will only add possible feelings. We find out we can hold someone in our arms, we can hold onto something, we can simply hold.

Dear, dear, dear Arianna! It will be, anyway, a day to remember. With so much love, Mum.

The pain doesn't go away. You just make room for it.
-----------The Walking Dead

There's this telephone number
I need to dial
If I don't make it, it's gonna happen.
I try and try, my fingers slip on the keyboard
I don't get the numbers right
I need to start over many, many times
and I am running out of time
and then my voice, talking to me from above
"It's over, Arianna, it has happened already, it's all over,
and it's ok"

There's this telephone number
I need to dial
If I don't make it, it's gonna happen.
I try and try, my fingers slip on the keyboard
I don't get the numbers right
I need to start over many, many times
and I am running out of time
and then my voice, talking to me from above
"It's over, Arianna, it has happened already, it's all over,
and it's ok"

I have this vivid memory. September light entering the window of a living room that seemed huge to me when I was a child. My mother sitting on a sofa, lifting her shirt to show a long scar to her younger brother, and I just kept thinking why is she getting naked like this? this is not right". I sensed something was wrong, but nobody explained to me.

My stepmother cleaned up the meds cabinet (after 20 years) when she noticed I took these pictures.

God, I've always hated dressing up. It made me awfully sad, God knows why.

Dad! Look at me, stand still.

Dad and pregnant mum. 22.12.79 (totally by herself)*

*my little brother was born October 16th 1980, so I guess they were preparing me??

There's this telephone number
I need to dial
If I don't make it, it's gonna happen.
I try and try, my fingers slip on the keyboard
I don't get the numbers right
I need to start over many, many times
and I am running out of time
and then my voice, talking to me from above
"It's over, Arianna, it has happened already, it's all over,
and it's ok"

I don't look like my mother, at all. But my brother made me realise we have exactly the same hands (genes!) and I become obsessed with those, blowing up details in pictures. This is why you see them so much.

My mum was gorgeous, and I'm not saying that cause she was my mum. She was sexy and I hated that.

There's this telephone number
I need to dial
If I don't make it, it's gonna happen.
I try and try, my fingers slip on the keyboard
I don't get the numbers right
I need to start over many, many times
and I am running out of time
and then my voice, talking to me from above
"It's over, Arianna, it has happened already, it's all over,
and it's ok"

This used to be the cover of my dummy, at the Danish School in 2013 (see link) then it got completely plagiarized -I am so sorry to say that, especially because you always sound crazy when saying something like this, but it's just the factual truth- so I changed my cover. But still, my mother's hands are blown up for a reason, what are yours?

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