Sare/Salt

A childhood memory, passed down as a warning. In Romania, spilling salt is said to bring an argument. I remember my mother telling me, whenever I knocked the salt over: "It's a bad sign, Alexandra. You'll argue with someone." In "Sarea în bucate", an old Romanian folk tale, salt becomes a measure of love, something seemingly ordinary whose value is only understood when it is absent. I return to this small superstition through salt, stone, water and light. A gesture inherited from my mother, a warning from childhood, a ritual that stays with us long after we stop believing in it. Some things are passed down without ever being questioned.