Last year my grandmother died with her bicycle in a car crash. My mother and I cleaned up her house. It was an emotional process where I learned a lot about my roots. Since her death I see more and more how much my mother resembles my grandmother. My mother says how much she recognises my grandmother in me. So I decided to make a portrait of my grieving mother in my grandmothers house, while looking at herself - seeing her mother. It's a portrait of my past, but also of my future - always taking these women with me.