Stubben

I was born in a small town in the north of Denmark, on a farm called Stubbed, Danish for "stump" . The farm was named after the tree stump that stood in our backyard. Over time, what was once a mere stump began to grow again. Slowly, steadily, it sprouted new branches and leaves, defying the odds and transforming into a strong, towering tree.

When I was five years old, my family moved back to the Netherlands. We left Stubben and its growing tree behind, carrying with us only the memories of our life on the farm. More than 15 years later, I found myself drawn back to Stubben. Armed with a camera and a deep sense of nostalgia, I returned to document the place that shaped my earliest years.