Something smells rotten and it’s starting to spread

This project was made while accidentally returning to the places I grew up in, that caused me mental and physical distress. Unforeseen circumstances made it so my partner and I moved into my mother’s place, a year after my dad passed away. I didn’t expect to fall right back into the dynamics that I escaped ten years prior. But this time it was my own decision to move back in. Slowly realizing how I was in denial about burying my inherited hurt. (Kalmthout 2024)

The project title comes from the song ‘inbred’ by Ethel Cain, with inbred referring to generational trauma. Trauma being inbred through the family.

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