Bless the daughters who sat, carrying the trauma of mothers.

Who sat
asking for more love,
and not getting any,
carried themselves to light.

Bless the daughters
who raised themselves.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Questions for Ada

An ongoing life project consisting of questions I have been carrying with me while growing up. Questions about difficult relation between me and the one who brought me to this world. Questions about expectations we had towards each other, but which we were never able to fill. Within this work I will materialize stories and memories connected to pain, harm and struggle I have experience in the early stage of my adulthood. I will try to tame my own vulnerabilities.

What happens if the person whom I want to ask about certain things is no longer there to hear me out? Will questions left in spaces be enough to heal?