In my belief, the art of photography is about showing how the reality recorded in front of the lens has been shaped by others beforehand, and how this reality can be rearranged as a moment experienced by everyone. The discoverability of the viewer's subjective memory during the process is a helpful element for me. These visual anecdotes imbue objects with emotion, emotions derived from different perspectives.
As an artist, I believe that the fragmented masses of vehicles, reflecting my anger, surprise, and helplessness at the disappearance of my body image from within my brain, will take on different meanings in the viewer's metaphorical interpretations. In this project, I used 4x5 films and 35mm gelatin silver archival film frames, which I imprisoned in the depth of a black box, as collage materials, representing the nakedness of my body touched by light through a 250-micron pinhole – my helplessness. The archival frames consist of recordings of wrecked vehicles I saw during my sad journeys between the hospital room where my mother with dementia was and my home.
These are negative collages that question the coldness of metal, its destructive sharpness, and the fact that the human being who created the tool can destroy everything. here my mother with dementia was and my home.
These are negative collages that question the coldness of metal, its destructive sharpness, and the fact that the human being who created the tool can destroy everything.
