I have been reviewing my old photographs for almost an entire month of isolation. I was thinking whether it was possible to link my memories together into a single visual map.
I keep diaries all my life, write down, take notes every day. I never had a problem with that. Two years ago, I started taking pictures every day.
Now I ask myself, what is the language of memory? What is the language of image? Why do we need to collect our days? Why does it need to arise? Maybe recycling, rethinking will help me answer this question.