They are the proof that something was there and no longer is. Like a stain. And the stillness of them is boggling. You can turn away but when you come back they’ll still be there looking at you.

— Diane Arbus, 1971

‚Notes from abroad’ deals with two aspects: one is the constant reproduction of memories, through which one is building their own 'image' in fragments, still knowing about the impossibility of completion of the whole picture; the second aspect is the difference in cultural identity as a main factor of communication and understanding.

With these postcards addressed to my father, I aim

to create a communication between us that never existed and thereby question the meaning and understanding of ‚family’. Even though there seems

to be an invisible bond between relatives, there can be a general difference in spoken language and cultural identity, that is creating not only a distance

in space but also an inner distance that makes them to strangers.

The photographs we collect over the years, are fragments of memories that give us proof of the existence of an event, with which we trace our footsteps. However, if there is no conscious memory of a moment, the shared time becomes unreal, we live someone else’s memory -  in someone else’s life.