CONTAINERS OF MEMORY

I began to collect objects that could be found in old books: old letters, photos, postcards, as well as handwritten notes in the margins, annotations of all kinds, the yellowing of the pages, ... everything speaks of the passing of time. All these objects, signs of human experience, objects that are forever forgotten, and yet so alive and present in the magical moment when you turn a page and they are brought to light. All these forgotten elements from someone else's past are the same elements of our present that will soon become the past, they mark the passage of life and connect us all like a thread that sews together books and lives