MOTHER
        MEICY SITORUS




            Submission for
Bungkus! Bandung Photography Now vol.1
           SEPTEMBER 2012
June this year (2011) my mother            My mother is a single mother who is         One thing for sure that I am aware
would turn 68. Never cross my mind         not young anymore, she had gone             the most is, her habit to collect things
that my mother is that old. Until an       through phases of life with boldness.       that have something to do with the
evening of my return home from a           Along time gone by and gained age,          past, preserving memories. A bunch of
long journey, she looked so old and        one by one of her immediate family          old pictures of her beloved ones along
tired. Wrinkles, gray hair and toothless   started to disappear from her life,         with stuffs that is not necessarily
smile affirms her old age. ìMighty          slowly without realizing, loneliness        important in life but has sentimental
Allah, how are you? I miss you soÖî        started to kick in. Changes in attitude     value instead, represents a reflection
Such words came out of her mouth           also emerged, she is most likely to         to fill that empty space over her
accompanies the warm hug that              spend time alone by herself, easily         lonesomeness.
welcomed my return home. It made           offended, frequently complains like a
me realize how she has to cope just        child, and often reminds her daughter
by herself and dwell with loneliness       repeatedly of minor things in daily life.
without her immediate families.
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus
Mother, by Meicy Sitorus

Mother, by Meicy Sitorus

  • 1.
    MOTHER MEICY SITORUS Submission for Bungkus! Bandung Photography Now vol.1 SEPTEMBER 2012
  • 2.
    June this year(2011) my mother My mother is a single mother who is One thing for sure that I am aware would turn 68. Never cross my mind not young anymore, she had gone the most is, her habit to collect things that my mother is that old. Until an through phases of life with boldness. that have something to do with the evening of my return home from a Along time gone by and gained age, past, preserving memories. A bunch of long journey, she looked so old and one by one of her immediate family old pictures of her beloved ones along tired. Wrinkles, gray hair and toothless started to disappear from her life, with stuffs that is not necessarily smile affirms her old age. ìMighty slowly without realizing, loneliness important in life but has sentimental Allah, how are you? I miss you soÖî started to kick in. Changes in attitude value instead, represents a reflection Such words came out of her mouth also emerged, she is most likely to to fill that empty space over her accompanies the warm hug that spend time alone by herself, easily lonesomeness. welcomed my return home. It made offended, frequently complains like a me realize how she has to cope just child, and often reminds her daughter by herself and dwell with loneliness repeatedly of minor things in daily life. without her immediate families.