My way Home

"My way home" is part of a diptych about memory and nostalgia. As Proust's "madeleine" , the pomegranate's smell and texture remind me my childhood. But the pomegranate reminds us also the Proserpine myth: the fertility, the "womanhood" and woman role in our society. Childhood and adulthood meet each other in the pain and the nostalgia.