9th International Biennial Of Photography And Visual Arts - Liège
My drawer is full of old pictures, memories of moments I don’t remember.
I chose to work starting from those pictures. It is probably a way of getting back what is lost. Family meetings, school events, parties with friends, …
Nothing special flooded back. Those moments remained what they had become : photographic traces, empty marks of time. They don’t refer to anything, but are simple testimonies of the past.
The magic of photography changes those moments I only believed had existed into certainty.
How many moments vanished, not having been fixed onto a film ?