For several months I have been sending mail to my parental home: 'Hi home! How are you? I'm fine. Love Ingeborg "
The house is empty and that's a sad idea. My parents had a restaurant so it has always been full of life and fun. I send something from home to home: drawings, bits of love, works of art, always originals. Here I knitted the house with yarn that belonged to my mother.
Everything I do for this project: making the mail, taking it to the letterbox, I capture on film. Including the 'Return to sender' on our doorstep, which hasn't happened for a few weeks now ...