During the COVID-19 pandemic, I suddenly found myself with ample time to wander around the home of my deceased grandparents. The house stood empty and so did my childhood, adolescence and adult memories (a total of 45 years). I began photographing.

In these photographs, I tried to illustrate the strangeness projected onto me from the walls and from the empty and peeling house. I tried to hold on to every element as if they were my grandparents themselves. I longed to hold on and not let go. I tried to assimilate into the house, and hide my body parts within its walls.