WHY SHIRIN?
I named her Shirin. Our daughter. A name from my father’s home country. A country where I have never been.
Motherhood created a new layer to everything around me. Slowly – like the way a tree grows a new branch – something became more and more visible to me. I was longing to know my own family roots. What was me and where I belonged. The past became important for grasping what is now and what is to come.
One day, in a box, I found a picture of my father’s mother from when she was young. It startled me and something changed.
I found something in her eyes that I had been looking for.
This project is an ongoing, personal project. It is published in Norwegian Journal of Photography #3.
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