The Old people's Home · Photographic spring

I’ve been observing my grandparents for a long time now. They’ve been living in an old people’s home for 15 years.

Three years ago, it seemed to me that time was not passing at all. My grandparents did not seem to be aging, and even the furniture was always in the same place and our habits remained the same year after year.

But seven months ago, everything changed. My grandfather died.

Now things have changed in the old people’s home. Or should I say my perception of the place has changed.

That is how the story begins of the photos of my dead grandfather and the day of is funeral.

Now I want them to put me in the home too. I want to be with my grandmother, who has been left all lone. I feel closer to her now and this bond is becoming stronger and more evident every day. Perhaps I want to become her, and be old. To understand her, but above all, to understand myself more.

The idea is a simple one, it is about approaching something that is absolutely inevitable: death. About where society’s waste ends up. Moving closer towards any limit is never an easy journey, but it is always an enriching experience.

But above all, the intimate relationship that exists between me and my grandmother, our conversations, doubts and silences. How this relationship will be affected by my decision to remain by her side.

Very close by.

Nobody speaks of empty spaces and silence. And of the strange time we have waiting.

Collaborators:    ràdio4  |   schilling cafè  |   primavera fotogràfica  |   ajuntament de Barcelona