One evening in 2012, my mother vanished.
The Vanishing retraces the dazzle and distress of my mother, a black Senegalese woman, Mariama. For half a century, she lived a stormy life, politically embedded in colonialism, racism and misogyny in both Africa and Europe.
Against all odds, she always chose liberty over submission and followed her own rules. With my camera, I'm going to track prints and threads she left behind.