My mother always tried to come when I had an exhibition. She thought it was fun and I think that she was proud, even if she was worried that I didn´t make enough money. She always said that my work was nice. Even if nice wasn´t the best word to describe what I had done, it was the one she used.
Now she´s old, her confusion increases everyday and she disappears more and more. This video is about that and about how our relationship is affected. Nobody is more of a stranger than somebody who has been as close as a mother disappears into confusion. She hasn´t and she never will see this video. I wonder if she would think it was nice if she did.