My grandmother witnessed the murder of her baby sister in World War II, Poland.

This pain was transmitted in an untold way through my mother to me.

I got aware of it when I became myself a mother.

In “Children of the golden Sun”, I do not represent war.

I speak about what war destroys… for generations.

But also about the possibility to rebuild.

 

A young girl.

As my grandmother was when she experienced the pain,

as I was when I got in touch with my mother’s pain,

a young girl also representing my daughter.

 

Past, present, future, intertwine and coexist in one body.

Grandmother, mother and daughter all incarnated in one body.

Individual, ancestral and collective pain, expressing through her body.

 

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A feeling emerges.

A prayer.

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A nonlinear path that emerges from an inner rhythm.

 

Something that nature has initiated and led.

Nature that is the same for everyone.

Nature that is able to hold it all.

For where the sun illuminates with truth, the sea facilitates the process of change.

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This life chapter has been documented in the form of

photography, film and prose poetry.

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