The love triangle that time, memory, and identity create when combined is a trilogy I reexamined through my experiences. Memory is not only ephemeral, but also tangible, manipulated and subjective. Memory is not a constant. It’s more of a theatrical representation that I created with my own timeline.
In my series, I also questioned how distorted, blurred, grained and conjunctional memory could get when thought of in accordance to its influence on identity. Autobiographical recollections of me became a revisited fragmented filmstrip.