it was never about my grand-aunt’s asphyxiation

My father died unexpectedly, leaving me as a head of family. Transition into a full grown up took me almost five years in trauma, pain and desperate need for being silly, careless and happy. At first I could not take any photographs at all, but after a year I was reminded of this story about my grand-aunt, who was buried twice and it became my passkey to thinking about death more lightly, without guilt. This way I could explore my feelings and fantasies in a safer manner for my mental health.

Over the course of time idea of dying has ingrained in me, became a natural part of my being and gave me peace.