Sacred spaces. The inner workings of three generations of family who have lived within these walls. They have been born, grown, loved, lost and now, gone.
A lifetime of memories have been gathered and held dear in this space. Generation after generation have brought home memories; tokens from voyages to distant lands, diplomas hung on the walls, fashionable clothing, a jew box with a dried flower within…
The walls, abandoned hooks, the traces of the bygone years on the endless meters of wallpaper, the rolled carpets. These are all that is now left.
Sacred spaces. Lives lived. Lives loved.