I have a very close therefore complex relationship with my mother. Ever since I remembered there were always
the two of us, that she automatically became everything to me, someone i can rely on and stands for maturity.
However since she was always the one who I talk to, who shared things with me through out my childhood - not
just the goods but also her frustrations, fears and depressions. Later in my teenage years we had a lot of
quarrels that reveal my own insecurities, we were in a way projecting our confusions into each other because of
the closeness.
I guess it was all those stories she told that had got me thinking over years, and realized that she is a first timer
herself to be a mother, and as years past by, we are two people facing things and growing up together.
We had this photoshoot not until three years ago when I finally come back from a long time being abroad and
apart from her. I still remember this set up session with sharp and strong lights was very intense. We did not talk
in words but through the camera, revealing ourselves, a lot of things that are untold over years, stay untold but
understood by heart.
My eyes were too familiar with the image of a mother, my mother, thus the lens became another eye of my own,
perceiving her not just the woman who had taken care of my daily life, but became one of that connections i
made with my soul. I see her beauty as purely how she exists, and not within any social contexts - a mother or a
female, that you can easily put an ever existing image onto.
*same text may apply to 'Mother I' and 'Mother II'.
