Here's a short statement about the work:
In thinking about truth and lie, fact and fiction, I have been pondering a phenomenon that occurs when there are gaps in a memory. The brain, just like imagining a dream, fills in the frames where a memory is lost. If truth is experience, and memory is made of experience, then are these new frames part of a new truth? Is what we remember a lie? What if dreams and memories become confused, what is more “real”?
This series consists of dreamlike images that narrate this blur between fact and fiction, moments of confusion where "reality" is unknown.
...and here are two images I love, but won't be used in the series.
Love and gratitude,