Lost in my home

There is a drawer in my kitchen that is like the box of memories. Over time, so many small objects have accumulated in bulk. Each of them tells a story, a page of life, speaks of places, situations, moods.
These souvenirs speak of my story and life in the East, of the cultures and countries in which I have traveled and lived. They are an anchor for memories, experiences and feelings. In an empty space I arranged the objects as words. Just as life events, even distant years, mingle and combine in memory, these memories mingle with each other, creating assonances and references that are not just a mere sum of feelings.
2015 (Selection from the project)