There is a time in our twenties when the surge of getting in touch with our past, our traditions, our heritage, will make you crave for a meaningful introspective exploration. As I am about to close this chapter of my life, I have been searching for means to reconnect with our collective ancestry. I have always been a deeply melancholic person; a nostalgia that began before I was even born. 
My art reflects my soul, and the reflections of time inexorably passing haunts my every pieces of work. I seek the beautiful in the reminiscent. And, I attempt to nurture these reflections with all forms of art available to me. After trying to grasp the essence of our philosophical origins in writing, I have been in need to capture it visually.
The moment I identified a link between memories and singularity, the choice became evident. I had to experiment with analogue camera. The process of analogue cameras is strongly correlated to the fondness of leaving a trace of an old memory. I enjoyed the thought of durability, as well as the sudden resurgence of a collective memory with one look. Yet, in front of the cliché, I have no choice but witness that a certain period of time has visibly passed. Now, the uniqueness of this process reflects perfectly the older mindset I try to connect with. Knowing precisely what you are doing, taking your time to get there and ultimately click on the shutter release to immortalize a moment in life. Or, vaguely touching upon the settings and praying it all turns out for the best, while pressing the button. The wait to get back your pictures from the lab. 
The rest is history. The rest is herstory. And I am stuck in-between reliving what has already been done by millions before and the small contributions I offer to this contemporary world. Gestures. Stillness. Patience. Practice. 
The crave to belong and the necessity to be authentically singular.
\\ eloo.


\\ Specs:
films: ACTIV color 100 (24 p); exp. 09/2000
camera: yashica fx-3 super 2000

lense: yashica DSB 28mm 1:2.8