“She was a very great diver, my grandmother, who tried to transmit to me her love for the sea and the ocean, for the water.
She was free. She wanted the world and thanks to her, I perceived what she was seeing. Today she can no longer walk, can no longer speak, she hunched over her thin shoulders, and has crumbs stuck to her pullover. This is my grandmother Elephant Man. I don’t remember when it happened. I go to see her once a year for her birthday on December 26th, and the rest of the time I don’t even think about it.”
How to say goodbye to people we abandon, and who have given us so much? We slowly digest the archives of a past that we choose to bring back to life, immersing ourselves in an image that the person left behind.