At My Mother’s
It is great to be back at one’s mother’s house.
Your mother’s house is not necessarily your house but, at the same time, you are back home.
A blend of the different cultures —a mix of living in Europe with Oriental, Mediterranean, Asiatic flairs— my mother, a former interior designer, puts it all together in her 1920 landmark duplex at Rue du Buisson.
While she is away I like to stroll with my shoes off like I have done all my childhood through the rooms with strange memories of the earlier years living in Europe.
It’s always good to check where you come from no matter the place, time and distance.
The memory of my Turkish grandmother Sarah is present in almost in every room, and it is great to “smell” the vintage atmosphere of times that I certainly cannot preserve within my own and such different environment in Brazil or New York.
Persian carpets mixed with Japanese lacquered boxes together with neoclassical Greek Thassos marble motifs make my head turn around. As I am taking pictures, my sister that visits our mother more often than I says: “Joelle it looks like you’ve never seen our mother’s house!” I don’t bother to answer her comments. I notice the carpets and the color of the walls look so different from what I knew them. My mother guarantees that absolutely nothing has changed (maybe I did?)… I know what they think… Joelle is in her own world once more… She’s daydreaming. “Whatever” are my thoughts.
My world is the same as my website, a mission in life, “The world at home,” and to be at my mother’s world is like being at home after a very long journey during a space in my lifetime.
I checked that my mother is safe in her world and happy to be with me after being apart for so long.
I will enjoy and savor a little more the warm and comforting nest of my mother’s home since tomorrow… I’ll be back on the road…
My journey had a break in a safe port now…
Just, watch me.
Petter Hegre's
