This is a story between me and an absence in my childhood. Memory, as defined, is something remembered from the past. What I remember the most about my childhood are not the things really happened, but the consequencing emotions. Because of this, the creation process of this series was extremely difficult from emotional perspective; it was a pain to recall the fragments out, to re-encounter and to admit them, which created rather strong emotions that I did not expect. In this series, I crafted my photos with the emotions from the fragments of memories of an absence on my mind.

It is not a conclusion, but part of the process of my life. No matter what has happened, they have passed, and I know, I do not lost hope since I always live in the present but not in the past.

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