Adrian Witzel

A house, as if frozen in time, carries within it the lives of several generations of families. As an adult woman, M. returns to this place to remember her deceased mother. She finds memories of her childhood, of letting go, of the brutality of growing up. As a child, M. is torn between truth and fiction, past, present, and future. Out of fear of losing someone, M. creates a new person.

A house, as if frozen in time, carries within it the lives of several generations of families. As an adult woman, M. returns to this place to remember her deceased mother. She finds memories of her childhood, of letting go, of the brutality of growing up. As a child, M. is torn between truth and fiction, past, present, and future. Out of fear of losing someone, M. creates a new person.

A house, as if frozen in time, carries within it the lives of several generations of families. As an adult woman, M. returns to this place to remember her deceased mother. She finds memories of her childhood, of letting go, of the brutality of growing up. As a child, M. is torn between truth and fiction, past, present, and future. Out of fear of losing someone, M. creates a new person.