What makes a house, a home?
This is my childhood home, in Finland. My father built it in the 70's. We were a family of six people and, over the years, four dogs. My father died in 1993 and I felt that the sense of home was gone. Left was only stuff, furniture, walls.
Nine years later my mother was living there alone and decided to sell. The house had become too big and demanding. We were happy that it would become a new home to a young family. After all, the house had been the home of a lively family, not a fancy place where people would have to be afraid to move or play.
We had not expected the painful experience of clearing it out. I think that photographing helped me through the process.
I had recently started photo school and borrowed a Mamiya 7 from an older photographer friend. I didn’t own a tripod and used all kinds of light. I just wanted to document our old home and try to save something.