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My grandmother died. I forgot to go to her funeral but that’s ok, she does not remember.

A few distorted childhood memories and a carton box filled with old negatives found in my childhood house is all that the Alzheimer disease couldn't scratch away.

In an attempt to understand something that is stronger that my own memories, I am altering and destroying the content of these negatives and prints as a visual way to comprehend the unremembered.

This is neither a scientific project nor a psychological paper - it is my personal path towards comprehension of what I was not able to answer as a child/ teenager facing these changes in my grandmother's actions and speech.