What if you could walk into a memory?
Photographs are basically two dimensional carcasses of light and time. As a concept, it’s only a popsicle of frozen time and light, that is entwined and convoluted in itself in patterns, to create apparitions of non-binary bright and dark pixels that is spread out on a glossy piece of rectangular, ironed, dead tree bark. Each time you press the shutter, you trap a moment in time as it is happening, in a plastic box lined with mirrors. Along with it, you trap the dancing light, the suspended dust. But there’s something else you capture in a photograph not visible to the naked eye immediately, but creates a barrage of tingling motion performance in your brain, each time you look at your old photographs with reminiscent eyes. And that is, memory. Different photographs light up different parts of your brain like a carnival of fireworks. Think about it. Each time you look at a picture a certain smell rushes through your nose, or you suddenly remember a joke, an anecdote or a song starts pla...