3rd Story — artist’s note

I started with memories that had gone missing. I wanted to see what stays once they are gone.

The city is crowded only up to the edge of my own room. One step past it, everyone is a stranger. I did not want to cure that solitude. I wanted to work with it.

So I went to wide places: a sea, an empty field, a dune. Into them I put a single figure, or a giraffe, a zebra, a bicycle. A cloud weighs as much as a man.

Day and night share one frame; models stand beside living things. I build each scene like a set, then photograph it as if it had always been there.

What I am after is the moment the joins stop showing — when something assembled begins to feel remembered.