Cleaning the basement, with the intention of getting rid of things I should not keep any longer. But instead I get stuck in the mess, finding strange and forgotten pieces that throws me back in time. And I keep almost everything; notebooks, letters, my first commissions, things from when the children were small. And this box full of photos from when I was 18 - 19 years old, a time when I spent a fortune on photo booth pictures. The photo on the lid is a photo of my grandmother.