The Secret Garden

My mother read this book to my sister and me when we were young. Since then, the book has had great significance for me, and I associate it with many good memories.
The photographs are first and foremost a homage to my mother, who died of cancer only fifty-one years old, in April 2005. Yet they also pay homage to childhood. One can experience a world of wonder and mystery, for through a child’s eyes, a kingdom of sensations opens its locked doors.

This is what the first picture in the series alludes to. An old gate shows the way to the secret garden. At the same time it is a symbol of the past. Old memories and experiences long forgotten are brought back to life.

The pictures are black & white, taken with Kodak Tx 400 on Hasselblad c/m.