It has been many years since my mother gave
birth to me in one of the rooms of our house. The years passed so fast full of ups and downs.
What you are watching are placeographies of my whole life. A narrative of shape of lost time
and getting on with accumulation of memories, a narrative without mere storytelling. I am present
in the frames till what causes forgetfulness and change can’t disassociate my past life and my
today’s world of photography. Abrasion supplies channels for ruining and changing an object,
a place and a house, but never can manipulate or ruin
a memory and this is that intact incident of photographic world that swallows me.
