Conversations with my father
A few years ago I found a box full of photographs, taken by my father around 1940. I had never seen them before. They are astonishingly beautiful. I wish I had seen them when he was still alive - he died in 1978. I realised he never saw my pictures either, I was not yet a photographer then. We were never able to talk about it together . . . in an attempt to fill that void, I decided to set up a photographic conversation with him. I look at his pictures and try to find an answer.