Family photos of my grandmother and mother tell the stories of their journeys into womanhood. These images describe what it meant to be a woman in 20th-century Hungary and how those experiences have been passed down through generations of women. The family portraits represent fragments of social history and visual codes of certain roles.
I was fascinated by the stories embedded in the photographs, but I also became interested in what is left unsaid, the roles these women took on in those moments, their dreams, expectations, and limitations, quietly carried from one generation to the next. By observing the lives of the women who came before me, I am questioning what I have inherited: a toolkit of roles, possible narratives, memory, and identity.
