Born, Reborn, Borne
The red blocks are synonymous to the gaps and crevasses in my memory. The way I remember her silken waters and Serenissima is at points blurred and censored, a reimagined past. Venice will forever be my Utopia, an infinitely unfolding unrealised project that as an artist I endeavour to facilitate. The photographic realisations become cathartic, my plight and protest against forgetting.