Installation—double photo projection, dimensions: variable

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It seems as if something impresses us strongly in childhood, when we are passive and malleable like dough, without skill, influence, or power. We don't evaluate, we don't measure; more or less, right or wrong—it's all the same. Without fear, without judgements, without trespassing on our solitude, but open to the slightest hint of suggestion. I remember when I was playing with the flour, leaving traces, or making reliefs; my soft and gentle grandmother was making bread at home, and I was drawing with my fingers in a soft white.

(Excerpt from Leaving Traces, 2015 — A. F.)