Holy Sundays. Captured strands of family moments, all numbered one by one.
12 photos on film.
12 meetings of people related to each other and either they recognize their relation whilom their relation introduce itself once again.
They embrace their fears when else the feeling of adulthood feels a distant dream. Every time I've returned to my home place, the place I grew up, it was always a new acquaintance with people that I've already known. Every capture a new strand of themselves. Every capture a hidden face.