When I was ten weeks old, my family moved from Finland to Tanzania, where I lived for the first three years of my life. I have no recollections of the time spent in Africa, yet I feel it’s an essential part of who I am. Even as a child, I was drawn to my childhood pictures from Africa, feeling a strong contradiction looking at the photographs and not remembering the place or people at all.
My father was a keen amateur photographer. He died when I was eleven years old, leaving behind a vast archive of images. Growing up, going through his archive, led me to further question the link between photography and memory.
In the series To remember (2004), I combine pictures taken by my father with new ones using double exposure on colour negative film.