HOLDING HANDS: ARCHIVING THE GESTURE

“And now I am not taking your hand for myself. I am the one giving you my hand. Now I need your hand, not so that I won’t be scared, but so that you won’t. I know that believing in all this will be, at first, your great solitude. But the moment will come when you will give me your hand, no longer out of solitude, but as I am doing now: out of love.”

(from “The Passion According To G.H.” by Clarice Lispector”)

Between May 2017 and may 26, the day of my mother died, my daily meetings with her were recorded as a repetitive photographic image depicting the contact between my hand and hers.
My obsessive way of accumulating everything, of not letting anything I find important go, and of not letting people I love go, led me to capture this gesture every time she and I had seen each other.

(Written in 2019)