MELODY OF A FALLEN TREE
Moritz Schorpp
Text courtesy of the author.
When my father died, he left behind a great void and many unanswered questions. This void prompted me to ask myself once again: Who was my father really?
In memory of a barely existent father-son relationship, the return became a search for identity, traces of closeness and what connected us despite the distance. Familiar landscapes, objects left behind and relics of family history are transformed into fragile fragments that enable a biographical approach accompanied by a feeling of quiet alienation.
Amidst a constantly changing environment, I try to rediscover places that tell of our shared past, contrasting the transience of human beings with that of nature.
