Life Lines is a visual “diary” series. #2018 is the beginning and consists of all images, taken with a smartphone camera in 2018. The photos are dissolved in lines of the colours which they contained.
I rarely check my old photos, yet I keep producing loads of new ones. Contours seem to lose significance. What do I even remember afterwards? The work is a demolition of the concrete, where context gets lost and only colour remains. That makes the images universal, free from a specific situation, pure emotion. Or is it? Are the colours themselves enough of sensorial stimuli to able to generate an experience?
Material: lenticular print