I haven’t been home in three years, yet my last visit feels as vivid as yesterday. I used to think memories stayed intact, preserved exactly as they happened. Instead, I’ve found them shifting over time, changing colours, losing details, and sometimes becoming something entirely different from what I remember.
These works were created using expired colour darkroom paper. Despite using paper from the same box and printing under almost identical conditions, each sheet produced a different colour tone. I began to see a resemblance to the way my memories shift over time, familiar yet somehow altered.
I find comfort in this uncertainty. The images are not faithful reproductions of the past, much like my memories. They exist somewhere in between, where remembering and misremembering become part of the same story.