We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
Louise Elizabeth Glück
This series operates like a visual Proustian madeleine, where the image functions as a mnemonic catalyst. Each photograph is a decontextualized fragment of daily life, seemingly without hierarchy, yet holding the key to an author's past experience.
They are not reconstructed memories, but pure impressions that emerge at random, revealing the elusive and fragmented nature of recollection. The work celebrates how the fortuitous (a color, a shadow, a forgotten object) has the power to transport us to moments we thought lost, connecting the present with emotional echoes of the past.
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As a rule, people do not appear a second time
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Days may be the same for a watch, but not for a man.
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When we see ourselves on the edge of the abyss and it seems that God has abandoned us, we no longer hesitate to expect a miracle from him.
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All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
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The only true paradise is paradise lost