Report 2#

In the Artist's Words: For me, memory, the moment it becomes a recollection, already begins to become distorted. Over time, that distortion increases: we lose details, information, bits and pieces. Everything becomes fragmented and blurred. Memories blend together, overlap, and dark gaps appear where we no longer know exactly what was there. Not because it didn’t exist, but because we no longer remember it or remember it only partially. Memory becomes subjective, partial, unstable. The soft colors represent fading memories. The way elements are overlapped and obscured speaks to what is no longer fully visible, and the black spots appear as voids—parts we can no longer access. I’m not trying to reconstruct reality, but rather to show how memory transforms it: incomplete and blurred. Memory fills me with sadness: the feeling of losing something that I can no longer recover exactly as it was. There’s also unease. The feeling of not being able to fully trust what I remember, that something has been distorted. The voids are not neutral; they carry weight. My collages arise from there.