I have been working on a series for a year, which helped me to process the loss of my family member. I spent a few days sitting alone in an armchair in her empty home, just gazing the gaping walls, the pictures, the people in the pictures, the mistakes, and the details, which turned to brow over the years. I checked the entire room inch by inch. My aim was to grab tiny details from her reality and have them displayed on photos, thereby getting closer to those things, and get in touch with the room. I made a lot of photos, which I can call my own with so much personal content attached to them. That’s why I started experimenting on how I can get even closer to these personal contents, so close that the photos lose their former meaning towards the outside world but still keep their visual information. The questions, which fumbled me were: where does the projection start, and can we call that a photo if the subject of the photograph cannot be recognized. I compare this process to the phenomenon when the recipient walks up to a photograph or any other work at an exhibition and try to pick it into pieces. First I dealt with the material in my working process then I immersed in it and this had led to something „new”. The base material of this „new” is previously taken photo, however the outcome has new meaning and content attached to it.