This photo series features my mother surrounded by her handmade works, such as sorme doozi, koblen, and embroidery. At one point in our lives, my family decided to migrate to another country. When you're moving to a new country, you often have to leave many things behind — you can't take everything with you. My mother’s suitcase was filled with all her handmade works. She took them out of their frames and packed them in her suitcase.
I sewed the embroidered fabrics together and created a large background for my photos. I photographed my mother as she was sewing her unfinished works. In some of the photos, I captured her in moments where her creations seemed to be embracing her.
My mother, you didn't reach the dreams you had in your heart, and you were woven and woven the patterns of your dreams... They were the same fabrics that you wrapped around me during these years and those fabrics made my dreams.
