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Childhood home series

In my childhood home 'stuff' had been accumulating for yeard and years.  You are used to all the things in the house which is no longers yours. In my case all the toys, keys and all kinf of objects were saved, for later. My mother had been young during WWII and had grown up with the idea that you should not throw away anything. Everything might come in handy at a certain moment. Her house was full of objects that had never found such a moment. The more often you are in a place ( my childhood home in this case), the less you tend to really see what  there really is. It is only when I started to photograph the different rooms and places that I began to actually see the house and the things it held within. As unique as these pictures are, there is something in them which is being recognised by a lot of people with a childhoodhome which has been the same house for quite a while. The geraniums, the rakes, the childrens toys, the flowers in the garden etc.etc. They all have a sort of timelessness, an uniformity which stand for a phase in life. By recreating these pictures in (time consuming) bichromateprints I try to pay a hommage to my childhoodhome and all the unintentionally still-lifes my mother left there.

Childhood home series

In my childhood home 'stuff' had been accumulating for yeard and years.  You are used to all the things in the house which is no longers yours. In my case all the toys, keys and all kind of objects were saved, for later. My mother had been young during WWII and had grown up with the idea that you should not throw away anything. Everything might come in handy at a certain moment. Her house was full of objects that had never found such a moment. The more often you are in a certain place (my childhood home in this case), the less you tend to really see what  there really is. It is only when I started to photograph the different rooms and places that I began to actually see the house and the things it held within. As unique as these pictures are, there is something in them which is being recognised by a lot of people with a childhoodhome which has been the same house for quite a while. The geraniums, the rakes, the childrens toys, the flowers in the garden etc.etc. They all have a sort of timelessness, an uniformity which stand for a phase in life. By recreating these pictures in (time consuming) bichromateprints I try to pay a hommage to my childhoodhome and all the unintentionally still-lifes my mother left there.