TATA

I've always admired how strong mothers can be. How strong my mother can be. Somehow, they seem invincible — like nothing can bring them down. When they do end up hurt and vulnerable, it's as if a whole world collapses for their children. Children see their mothers as powerful and unshakable, without a doubt. But that belief can be false. And sometimes, it is.

I saw my mother exhausted, scared, and almost traumatised during the time she cared for my grandfather in his final months and weeks — while the cancer ate him from the inside, day by day. Even though she feared him, she was the only one he had in his final days.

I wanted to create something deeply personal — exploring old Serbian traditions and honoring a unique and emotional way of letting go. Breathing fresh air while guarding the man who held you from the beginning of your life, and who now lies in silence. Wounds that haven’t healed likely never will. But it's time to move on.