It scares me how memories have been whitening from myself. I can’t even make the comparisons anymore nor I don’t want to, it is contradictory.
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In 1944 at Monte Sole, on the Bologna’s Appennino mountains, Casetta and Podella were 2 farms producing cereals, fruits and grapes, surrounded by a huge area of wood and chestnut
Last year, I tried to use the most direct approach to take the photos along the southeastern coastal line. What I saw was completely different from that in my childhood
The memory in the Freudian conception is made up of active reminiscences who remember about him requiring a psychic work of transformation, manipulation and updating.
If one day you ask me to name just one thing, something that I could look at all the time or that I need most of all where I would
I don’t remember much. Most of my memories are stolen from my brothers’ and my sisters’ memories, as I hear them recalling moments of our childhood. Who am I without
I am interested in visual perception so my work often deals with time and displacement within intimate spaces.
A fairy tale is a narration based on childhood memories which takes place in a little village in the countryside.
Parfois me prends cet écoeurement des images, du ventre à la gorge.
Childhood incarnates the absolute and unalterable values of time and the passing of generations.
The road. Winter. Lack. Lack of everything that’s important. I try to think of the “road.” I can’t. I’m utterly exhausted. I’m only really going because of the weather. The
Brazilian society seems to be pressing forward with devouring strength, systematically forgetting the memory of the past. Brazilian artist Rosângela Rennó tries to fight against this collective loss of memory
At the heart of this series, I am re-envisioning the changes in my family’s life following my father’s death, the self imposed exile that occurred, and the depression that followed.
I feel like I’ve got used to living a prosaic life. Even if memories and a flood of events are stimulating they get easily forgotten. Becoming so accustomed to such