My mother turned 77 this year. She's been suffering from Alzheimer's disease for over twelve years now.

For some time now, I have been taking pictures of her surroundings. Of small things that strike me, some by their absurdity, or of simple  every-day life that cheer me up or move me.

The rooms in the photographs are her bedroom and the snooze- and reminiscing rooms at the nursing home. It is always seven ‘o clock and the furniture reminds me of my grandmother's old livingroom. It has a bubble machine, lights and sound effects; it is very nice and quiet. Nowadays, I enjoy it more than my mother does. She sleeps a lot lately. Still, every now and then, I get a smile. That makes me happy.