With an old Polaroid camera I preserve memories and fleeting contemplations. It freezes snapshots from life. A bird dies, a flower bursting out, winter passes and most of it goes on in silence. The images are photographed with a Polaroid film called Fade to Black. If left alone the polaroid images degrade and eventually fade entirely to black. I snap the shot and the chemistry slowly darkens the film in a gradient from blue-green tones to yellowish-browns over approximately 24 hours until the images turns black. I have to stop the degrading by destroying the polaroid, essentially separating the layers of the film and halting the chemical process inside. The expression can be affected but it is never possible to completely control. I am fascinated by the random as a part of the expression. It's like life, you can not control everything.