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 WHY SHIRIN? (2012-2016)  I named her Shirin. Our daughter. A name from Iran - 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 – s

WHY SHIRIN? (2012-2016)

I named her Shirin. Our daughter. A name from Iran - 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, long-term personal project.
It is now exhibited at Henie Onstad Art Center. The story is
published in Norwegian Journal of Photography #3.

Thank you to NJP and Fritt Ord for support.

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WHY SHIRIN? (2012-2016)

I named her Shirin. Our daughter. A name from Iran - 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, long-term personal project.
It is now exhibited at Henie Onstad Art Center. The story is
published in Norwegian Journal of Photography #3.

Thank you to NJP and Fritt Ord for support.

 WHY SHIRIN? (2012-2016)  I named her Shirin. Our daughter. A name from Iran - 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 – s
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