We are often lost upon arrival. Landmarks that attract us from a distance dissolve as we move towards them, akin to the way a face blurs and fractures into our periphery as we approach for a kiss. The conspicuousness of objects in a landscape serve as a guide pointing us in the direction of our course. The landscape perpetually disappears, moves away, overwhelms. One never really arrives. The memory of that perpetual moment is built upon, subtracted from, layered, manipulated, (re)lived and remembered over the years. In order to elucidate this notion, senses that may have been extinguished through the process of arriving are (re)kindled through the tenderness of change.

Memory tangles itself, it overlaps and forms a language of its own; its notion resists articulation and is inconceivable and placeless. A single frame is inadequate to (re)present the invisibility of emotions, especially when photography deals with what is visible. The fragmentation of photographs dissolves the objective form into a subjective experience. This act of deconstruction aims to pull apart and question our reality. We cannot go back in time, but we can return to the landscape in our memories; that is all we can possess, which in fact possesses us.

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