PAO CHUTIJIRAWONG

I found the memories of her and her, women in my family, imprinted within the archive photographs. From those, I began to see the cycle she experienced, similarly to her mother's and her mother's mother's. And after a while, consciously living as a woman myself, I began to see that every cycle within me. Like a flower, the cycle of motherhood marks the end of the spring and the beginning of the coming seasons when the fruit is bored and a new life begins.