This diptych was put together in the honor of pure joy, the spiritual state of well being.
In these two images, joy is not just a moment, but it’s something that moves across time and bodies.
I took the first image of my grandmother the moment I saw her cleaning the chimney. I looked at her, and she was covered in ashes. I started laughing, and she looked at me and started laughing with me.
The second picture was taken in the local Christmas market on a carousel. A little boy was joyfully riding the carousel horse.
Together, they suggest that joy is not fixed. It appears in different stages of life, and remains with us as nostalgia.
Szabadka, 2025 September
Schwenningen, 2025 December