For a long time, I had the recurring dream of my childhood and adolescence home. Amazingly, by mere coincidence I got back to the house 38 years after it had been sold by our family. Now, it was vacant and empty. Returning to that space – home – taking pictures the emptiness of the environments, I felt like I was collecting fragments of my memories and trying to find traces of what was left alive in what once was. The house was finding with the rooms exceptionally preserved, the same wall papers, the same carpet, the same colors, the traces of time much imbued with relics, was a unique experience.

From pictures taken during some recent visits, linked to old ones taken at the same place in 1972, many of which were taken by me when I got my first camera and were in my family album, I built up diptychs and created a subjective narrative, by rescuing an affective memory of my first spaces of “shelter”, “refuge”, and “dream”. In that series, the present and the past overlap, condensing space and time. The edited images wander now publicly by exposing the cartography of my intimacy.