The Making of Mother’s Gaze

By photographing a feeling only I have in the relationship with my mother, I believed it to just be enough.

How so? I ask myself. How can one image help alleviate the weight of an emotion caused by time? Where did the weight of an emotion caused by time? Where did the presence of the “unknown” come from? Why now? Why must I include myself in this photograph? It haunts me even more?

Different modes of looking have caused me to question my presence.

I observe. I take. I leave.

All that remains is a desperate man’s desire to make sense of a fleeting moment.