An elderly lady is portrayed in a series of photographs and texts. Her life choices are reflected in the way her apartment is fitted out - all the furniture, the curtains and walls are finished in white, with large mirrors and golden frames on the walls. Her thoughts and reflections are presented in quotes, giving us an intimate impression of the events of her life. Her way of accessing the world and organising her surroundings is fragile, touching deep existential reflections on life.
The last words of Barbro:
I was a lover of life
A lover of life, richly endowed by that CREATOR who, in my heart of hearts, I believe does exist.
"You were blessed with a joie de vivre rarely found, we miss you so much".
I write this about myself, as noone else is saying it.
Now, I am no more.