I have had a certain liking for statues for a long time. I find them to be interesting, impressive, cold and sad. Looking at them, touching them always seem put me into a rather state of melancholy and serenity.

A hungarian friend of mine vistited my in 2010. We went for a walk through a graveyard. That was one year after my Papa died. Ther are some beautiful statues in this grave yard. This walk and thinking about my Papa dying and his death, inspired me to do this series of photos. After my Mother passed away on December 22. 2015, these photos became acut, dramatic and painful again.