Memories are erased through constant repetition, and what is remembered becomes the very essence of "recollection," while the once authentically lived stories grow increasingly blurred. Through scattered sculptures and pseudo-documentaries, I have created a space for reflection. Repetition breeds distance, nullifying reality. The more we revisit something in our minds, the further we drift from the actual events. Thus, what we remember is merely our recollections themselves, along with the narratives we attach, the remnants that linger, and the displacements we generate. In this way, "Truth" becomes a corpse frozen within images, and we ourselves, amidst the perpetual cycle of retrospection, become accomplices in the annihilation of memory, digging our own graves.
