“In 2017 my grandma died after a short, severe illness. As a memory of her and my childhood I walked through her house one last time on the day of her funeral. I took pictures of some things and situations that stuck in my head as a child. In a way a part of my childhood died with her.”
- Jakob Sinn
148 mm x 210 mm
Zine, 24 pages
Edition of 50 (signed and numbered)
Self-published in 2019
