I want to relive when I make.
And photographs come closest in telling you what it’s like to miss my family in Belarus
and
what it’s like construct my own story within the familial narrative;
what it’s like to put together a home so far away but filled with familiar symbols;
what it’s like to console my dear ones in the face of a war;
what it’s like to hold a warm quail egg,
or look at my brother’s sweaty hair behind his ear,
or to trace the wrinkles on my grandmother’s face,
or to trace the wrinkles on a friend’s face;
or
what it’s like to find the people that feel like a new family for a moment or for many.— Aliaksandra Tucha