Today I turned 25.Holding a cake in my lap on the way home I thought of aging, reminiscing on the conversations I’ve had with my mother. About women and their invisibility after a certain age in society. This series interprets the feelings of aging through an act of care in the form of a birthday cake, feelings of isolation while dealing with existence, re-thinking conventional motives in a domestic environment to dare the observer to look again and open a new understanding.
