The last time I saw my grand mother, I was only a young boy. I dreamt about playing basket ball for the Chicago Bulls and I enjoyed dancing to MC Hammer. However,in 1994 my life changed, my family and I found ourselves fleeing from wars and mass killings. Since then we never stopped moving until my family settled in America in 2004. I never found the strength to return home even though Rwanda never left my mind. I was trapped between my warm and happy memories of my early childhood , growing up in Rwanda and the horror I witnessed in my early teens in my homeland and in the D.R.Congo.
Then I discovered photography and the camera became my companion. I found an excuse to explore the world around me, document my family and make new memories. With time,as I grew as a photographer, I became more aware of my other identities. I was an artist, a traveler,a teacher and a creative person. Photography helped me unlock my full potential. I was not afraid of my past anymore. Hence I went home.
My most precious moments, while at home, were spent with my grand mother. She has seen and survived many crises and I really wanted to capture the impact that time has had on her body. That is why I photographed her as close as I could get by reversing my 80mm Zeiss lens on a hasselbald.
Every wrinkle on her face is a testimony of her life well spent