Synapse (2026/ongoing)
When I was 6 years old, my parents got divorced.
Through eyes fogged with childish imagination, one small area of forest became my sanctuary, an alternate dimension where sense was made of broken fragments and tainted memories.
The images of this series directly show my destruction and tedious reconstruction of these fragments. The photographic negative is physically cut into pieces and glued back together with aching hands and tired eyes, as plastic shards of tree branches offer glimpses into the past.
Each cut infers another, and although the glue fixes the fragment in place, the image has been transformed from something which existed for a split second, into something that was physically distorted for hours on end; placing the images in no one moment.
Synapse reflects on division, destruction and forgiven mistakes.
