Memory is images, it is light and shadow, it is colours, distorted faces and impressions. Each time we try to recall an image, no matter how hard we try, we create a new version of it, a new narration. The feeling is there, but the details are missing. Maybe a detail from another memory is there, lost, trying to fit in somewhere inside this giant tank of moments. My childhood years were my happiest moments, and my most documented. I was loved so much and I loved endlessly anyone that was in my life. Looking back, trying to recall memories from that idyllic time, I can’t help but poison these images with my present perceptions and ideas, each time I go through the numerous photo albums, until the past and the present become one timeless timeline. In this project, I chose not to glue down the compositions I had made, by simply just scanning them, at times using the same scrap multiple times. By this, I attempted to imitate how memory works, never staying permanent, prone to distortion through repetition, totally fragile and helpless before time.