A Golden Edge


Heirloom carries memories. The smallest thing from earlier times can by its distinctive mark – its color, form, fragrance, fabric, sound or other particularities – unlock an inner chest of drawers loaded with pictures of situations, we imagined were long since forgotten.
The inner pictures, produced by the sight of inherited treasures, are not easily rendered.
But photographs of objects can bear witness to what was once there. This series of photographs of personal belongings, which have emerged from a family chest from the 1940’s and 50’s, hold memories of my childhood, where the tradition for a golden edge on Sundays was maintained as a counterbalance against the anxieties and privations of wartimes.