Nothing is lost, nothing is created; everything is transformed. I found lost photos and I found lost objects. I transformed them. I covered them. I watch a dialogue between the visible and invisible, the past and the present.
“Ah, the mysteries grazed by ordinary things in our very midst! To think that right here, on the sunlit surface of our complex human life, Time smiles uncertainly on the lips of Mystery! How modern all this sounds! And yet how ancient, how hidden, how full of some other meaning besides the one we see glowing all around us!”
Fernando Pessoa
chapter I - portraits
chapter II - time
chapter III - fragments
chapter IV - silence
“Memory is the medium of the experienced as earth is the medium in which dead cities lie buried. (…) For facts are only layers, stratae, which only after the most careful research deliver the true values hidden in the earth’s interior: the images, which have broken loose from all earlier associations stand as precious object… our later insight like rubble or torsos in the gallery of the collector. “
Walter Benjamin