Something smells rotten and it’s starting to spread

This project was made while accidentally returning to the places I grew up in, that caused me mental and physical distress. Unforeseen circumstances made it so my partner and I moved into my mother’s place, a year after my dad passed away. I didn’t expect to fall right back into the dynamics that I escaped ten years prior. But this time it was my own decision to move back in. Slowly realizing how I was in denial about burying my inherited hurt. (Kalmthout 2024)

The project title comes from the song β€˜inbred’ by Ethel Cain, with inbred referring to generational trauma. Trauma being inbred through the family.

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