The size of the eyes, the shape of the hands or the timbre of the voice… We get them in the genes from our parents and we put them in our own children. We repeat our predecessors. And our children repeat us. From generation to generation, we also transfer mental connections, patterns of behaviour, a spiritual code. I am interested in the issue of family transfers, especially the topic of hereditary guilt. In good and in bad.

I tried to get immersed in the intimacy of a family. I believe that, despite all the mistakes, we people still have the possibility to embrace, no matter how clumsy the hug may be. Because only love – without useless sentiment – is able to really redeem us.