What is strange and what is normal, what is what is real and what is memory or imagined? Sometimes this whole dance between now and then, this vulnerability where there is a sense of the absurd or ridiculous in what we share in this life while we try to make sense of everything.
I started roaming the area I was staying during an introspective time, which also harboured childhood summer memories. I was like a stranger in a strange motherland.
I used an analogue 35mm camera with old expired manipulated film with light leaks.
Memories does something similar - it coats images with colours tastes and feelings that become a new reality of the past , an expired present.