The memory is fragile.
I am afraid that I will blink once too often and that it will be swept away by the breath of my eyelids.
I photograph and I forget, I can't fight it.
This series is like a plunge into my ruined memory, where I show mental images.
It is not a question of recounting a past moment but of showing how I forgot it, without filling the void. It is the moving nature of memory that interests me; how it blurs details, dilutes looks and erases faces.
Here nothing is fixed, everything is uncertain. There are almost no boundaries between imagination and memory.
The memory is old, and when it is too far away, when it is too late, I cling to reminiscences.