Bulgaria, 2013.

I followed my mother as we navigated our way around a strange country; using a map of memories that didn’t belong to us. Not yet anyway. We didn’t know quite what we were looking for, only that it should feel familiar. Our journey completely surrendered to the unknown. Each step unpredicted. Each turn uncharted. We had to follow our instincts and go with all that unfolded before us. To be present in our search for the past... Yet, admittedly it's odd to travel (which is after all an act of moving forward), in the vein of going back. Back to our roots. Maybe then it was fitting that when certain revelations were made, we would only discover ourselves.

Series featured in issue II of Collarbones Magazine.