Portrait | Nominee
This is all that remained to me.
This is my grandparents house. They inherited it from their parents, my great-grandparents. Back then, the house was full of people and the hustle and bustle of life. Children were born in it and grew up there. It heard laughter and saw tears, enjoyed big celebrations and spent quiet evenings with the family. It was always friendly and generous and filled with life and warmth.
Now it is empty. The children are grown up and scattered around the world, the grandparents are long dead – all that remains is a lonely house. What remains for it is the portraits of its former residents, to let it feel a little cared-for and protected.