'The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness' Fjodor Dostojevski
Although the soft contours of the stilled figures betray a certain tenderness,
the photographs evoke a sense of disquiet.
Lovingly carved, the images recall moments when life jolted and faltered.
Revealed memories raise discomforting questions: Are we the balance of our injuries and successes?
Or, more intimately: Am I my injuries?
In an untraceable space whose only decor is a merciless light, the focus on the essence is inevitable.
The isolated, sculptural figures are pure. Every detail is considered, and purposefully styled.
Nothing is left to chance. As if in looking back there's still a need to control the past.