In this photographic project, I breathe new life into abandoned houses and buildings. I look at the weathering, cracks and remaining destruction as a pulsating testimony to what these houses and buildings once held inside : A wholesome world of experiences - from moments of joy and love to moments of sadness and consolation, and every experience in-between, fundamentally inter winded within these walls. Houses that were left mid-construction bleed like wounds, telling me the story of dreams and hopes prematurely cut and taken away. From these too, someone has parted with great pain. I start by peeking from the outside. Then I walk in and wander between what's left, asking what life might have been like in this exact spot, trying to feel the memories burn into cement.
Later, within my own walls, which I call home, I go through each detail on the frames and sail on the wings of my associative and naive imagination. trying to match them with pieces of life. Only then I complete the rest of the puzzle. I approach the craft of merging these dissociated pieces as a fascinating adverture: examining the boundaries, assembling and disassembling them over and over again, Freezing moments to stop and ponder, add and subtract in a way that feels most true to those memories I felt engraved in old cement. Then, in one unexpected moment, everything ckicks together and I know the story is complete so it's time for me to let go.