Time Keeper, 2015
172 pages on the now disappeared beautiful Cyclus paper.
A long journey on a darkroom discovery and printing, as 20 years lapsed.
Not a best of book, but an archive work. The meaning came out by itself.
I find myself awake at night
wandering home(s) and memories, looking for connections
I open a box full of my school stuff from my age as a child
that my father gave me…
I keep looking at a recent picture that I took at my parents garden.
and I realize that I’m becoming more and more like him.
Dust covers memories
and pictures are time keepers, helping me to balance
Birth, goodbyes, death, flashbacks and escape.
Imaginary landscapes.
Time expand and disappears.
How long is now?
