I like to think that my Mother gave birth to me into a different world than the one that eventually came to be. Not because I’m disappointed with it -let’s leave that aside. Besides, I’m not talking about worlds that are better or worse. When I found another package of her photographs – this time from when she was my age – I was struck by the life that radiates from them. And those dogs. For both my Mother and me, they have always been necessary companions in life. Talking to a dog is like talking to a god – somewhat in solitude, sent somewhere between the abyss and the sacred. The exhibition is built around photographs of two women and their dogs – self-portraits and archival images become a starting point for conversations about who dogs are and what we mean to each other.