Two years ago, I began a personal quest into what has defined me, a search into the most familiar of places. Since them, I was brought face-to-face with my three satellites – three families that used to be one and that are, even now, my own.
In a house with many kingdoms and many roles: a father who became a grandfather, and then a father again; a mother who remained a daughter, and a man who tried to become a father. A sister who wanted to become someone.
I tried to see everyone in their separate kingdom, the table of calculations, the bedroom of isolation, the kitchen of domination. In spaces defined by cohabitation and coexistence.
A game of roles, a sensitive balance of power and relationships. Relationships based on love? Or dependence? How far does commitment go, and how does everyone define their space? How much freedom of choice do social conventions allow for?
And, what is left, in the end, when we cease to live together? When we are obliged to redefine our position in the family? How much distance is needed to find oneself?
I, for one, had to go.
