16/9 (MY FATHER, MY FATHER, MY FATHER)
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels:
it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
Salvador Dalì
it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
Salvador Dalì
This is an ordinary story.
It could be your neighbor, brother, friend or even your story.
This is my father's story.
About five years after his death I looked for his traces in the house where I was living with him and my family.
I started my journey through memories from the gate, the same wrought iron gate that he was so proud of.
He used to come in and out that gate at least 4 times a day, 5 days aweek. Around 1.30 pm when he returned home for lunch, at 2.20 pm to go back to work and usually very late in the evening when he thought he had accomplished his duty.
I found many old photos and so I put them together with new memories and what I found has become the remember in the same time when my path is moved away from it.
And in this stream of memories, the chronology has lost importance because in the place where we nurture what we don't want to forget of our life, the temporal dimension does not exist: the recent, past and remote create a single image of what it was.
It could be your neighbor, brother, friend or even your story.
This is my father's story.
About five years after his death I looked for his traces in the house where I was living with him and my family.
I started my journey through memories from the gate, the same wrought iron gate that he was so proud of.
He used to come in and out that gate at least 4 times a day, 5 days aweek. Around 1.30 pm when he returned home for lunch, at 2.20 pm to go back to work and usually very late in the evening when he thought he had accomplished his duty.
I found many old photos and so I put them together with new memories and what I found has become the remember in the same time when my path is moved away from it.
And in this stream of memories, the chronology has lost importance because in the place where we nurture what we don't want to forget of our life, the temporal dimension does not exist: the recent, past and remote create a single image of what it was.
