There was a big house in the background of a big garden. The house was gray and old, with a lot of people dressed in white walking around the place. I was 13 and I was waiting my mother to come out of that place. I was bringing her clean clothes and foods that she liked. It is the first visit I remember about when my mother was hospitalized in a psychiatric clinic. I don't have too many memories of that time, but the feelings around it still sadden me.
Fatima is a long-term project about the everyday process of understanding and accessing my mother's imaginary; she suffers from Bipolar Disorder.