THE HOLDING ENVIRONMENT
THE HOLDING ENVIRONMENT
THE HOLDING ENVIRONMENT
Nesting photographs with the mother belong to the era when we thought we were the same body, when we kissed on the lips.
Nesting photographs with the mother belong to the era when we thought we were the same body, when we kissed on the lips.
Nesting photographs with the mother belong to the era when we thought we were the same body, when we kissed on the lips.
Those images of indistinct warmth raised the temperature of family albums.
Those images of indistinct warmth raised the temperature of family albums.
Those images of indistinct warmth raised the temperature of family albums.
Through time, it gets cooler. The space in between the mother and the child increases. The visual merging of bodies breaks off as the emotional ties take over. It all gets invisible.
Through time, it gets cooler. The space in between the mother and the child increases. The visual merging of bodies breaks off as the emotional ties take over. It all gets invisible.
Through time, it gets cooler. The space in between the mother and the child increases. The visual merging of bodies breaks off as the emotional ties take over. It all gets invisible.
Lips just kiss the lovers. Albums stop being made.
Lips just kiss the lovers. Albums stop being made.
Lips just kiss the lovers. Albums stop being made.
There is something continuous yet ‘unfitting’, unsuitable, physical and emotional in the adult child’s need for the mother.
There is something continuous yet ‘unfitting’, unsuitable, physical and emotional in the adult child’s need for the mother.
There is something continuous yet ‘unfitting’, unsuitable, physical and emotional in the adult child’s need for the mother.
The role of ‘holding’ keeps being transferred; from a mother to a therapist; from a lover, to another lover. The environment that ‘holds’ keeps changing; from a bed to another bed, from a room to another room, from a house to another house, from a pair of arms to another.
The role of ‘holding’ keeps being transferred; from a mother to a therapist; from a lover, to another lover. The environment that ‘holds’ keeps changing; from a bed to another bed, from a room to another room, from a house to another house, from a pair of arms to another.
The role of ‘holding’ keeps being transferred; from a mother to a therapist; from a lover, to another lover. The environment that ‘holds’ keeps changing; from a bed to another bed, from a room to another room, from a house to another house, from a pair of arms to another.
But how can I hold you if you are not there?
But how can I hold you if you are not there?
But how can I hold you if you are not there?
Have you ever felt this sense of being held physically, by a photographic image?
Have you ever felt this sense of being held physically, by a photographic image?
Have you ever felt this sense of being held physically, by a photographic image?
The living room of the mother’s house bathed in sunlight. Her domestic arrangements. The furniture, the plants, the wallpaper, the smell.
The living room of the mother’s house bathed in sunlight. Her domestic arrangements. The furniture, the plants, the wallpaper, the smell.
The living room of the mother’s house bathed in sunlight. Her domestic arrangements. The furniture, the plants, the wallpaper, the smell.
They keep holding us. We just cannot fit in. Is it the house or the mother that is a place where it is impossible to return?
They keep holding us. We just cannot fit in. Is it the house or the mother that is a place where it is impossible to return?
They keep holding us. We just cannot fit in. Is it the house or the mother that is a place where it is impossible to return?