Late evening of early November; the house upon the hill; the cross on the window;
the pattern of the circle on the floor and…the past kept carefully in frames.
Lost in memories… I stole them from a black and white reality,
frozen in time on a piece of paper, kept in an old cupboard.
The warmth of the mother holding a child;
the beat of the crowded street in the middle of 30’s; the motion of a young and handsome man;
melancholic and beautiful woman ,earnest smiles; deep love; simple life; fragments of their reality.
The wistful house melts between time borders…A haze is all around …
Immersed in a surreal state, I slowly disappear under a life never lived and yet which tastes so bittersweet…
The energy overflows – blurring the time and space.
I find myself lost in images, nostalgic feelings that even don’t belong to me…but could.
– I W