This is a story between me and an absence in my childhood.
Memory, as defined, is something remembered from the past.
What I remember the most about my childhood are not the things
really happened, but the consequencing emotions. Because of
this, the creation process of this series was extremely difficult
from emotional perspective; it was a pain to recall the fragments
out, to re-encounter and to admit them, which created rather
strong emotions that I did not expect. In this series, I crafted my
photos with the emotions from the fragments of memories of an
absence on my mind.
It is not a conclusion, but part of the process of my life. No
matter what has happened, they have passed, and I know, I do not
lost hope since I always live in the present but not in the past.