It’s the story of a man who lost his memory, of his family who accompanies him and of a photographer who follows them. Eric, who was married with 4 children, had been ill for almost 10 years. I started photographing Eric and his family just before he left home to live in a nursing home. That was 2 years before his death.
I would visit him once a week with a member of the family. Eric forced me to slow down, to breathe and observe. I just had to be there, with out any plans or projections, feeling my way through and following my intuition.
It was my first relationship without words, my first project without a pre-defined goal.
At the beginning I thought I was embarking on a very different project about time and memory.
But I soon realised how essentially alike it was. Like my other work, it is about imperfection and fragility yet also celebrates the strength and optimism needed to make a castle out of rubble.
Sometimes the blackest black yields the brightest beams of light.