the lost marriage
journey of my life
This time I went back to my hometown to photograph my parents, who divorced when I was 10 years old, and then I lived with my father. My father became quiet and serious after the divorce, and I became self-absorbed. After growing up, I often remembered the good times of my childhood and felt I needed to try to reconcile with myself, so I started to taking photos of my family.
When I came home and communicated with my parents, they were very reluctant to talk about it. Older, more traditional parents always refused to talk about divorce and how it affects their children. As I communicated with them, they let go of some of their burdens, but I knew that re-talking about these topics would be a secondary wound to each of us.
It didn't go well, but the good news is that they all allowed me to photograph them, and my father was still quiet and serious, but he became a little more gentle as he got older. My mother was cheerful and optimistic, but a little more melancholy and lost.
I didn't hate them, I just felt lost and at the same time I started to think about marriage and the meaning of life, and in communicating with them and photographing them, I started to learn stories I didn't know about myself and their inner thoughts, and although sometimes these thoughts were fragile and sad, I found some comfort in these sadnesses and felt that my life was starting to come full circle.
If you were to ask me if this project expresses optimism or pessimism about marriage, I don't have an answer, but at least after exploring, I found the courage and will not give up on continuing to explore.​​​​​​​