For what seems like a moment, photograph evades me (Barthes, 1982). I enter a world I once knew, blurring the boundaries of where the photograph ends and the memory begins, moving along the peripheries of the real and the imagined if one and the same.
My photographs are associated with loss and chance recovery. Each photograph is a glimpse into a memory of a far-nearby place which “hovers between presence and absence” (Iversen, p. 6); a declaration of that-has-been. (*)
