This project began in 2020 during the COVID-19 pandemic, as a way to stay connected with my mother, who lived in another city. I suggested we work with clothing and fabrics that had been kept in our family for decades: my father’s trousers, my grandmother’s shawls, my grandfather’s shirts, my mother’s dresses, my childhood clothes. My mother selected the scraps and shaped about twenty textile compositions, while I added layers of screen printing — photographs, drawings, collages from our family archive.
Stitching these old things became a process of memory and dialogue: the fabrics turned into a family chronicle, each fold holding forgotten stories. When the war in Ukraine began, I left the country, and we continued the project from afar. In 2025 my mother passed away — the project came to an end.

These works became our way of speaking — to each other, to the past, to our loss. Personal and fragile, simple yet significant, they hang as if once left to dry on a rope — and suddenly remembered years later.