My oblivion 

Sometime around 2007, I can't remember exactly how, as a complete beginner photographer, I got involved in an Italian modeling competition on the island of Ischia. Today, looking back, it seems totally insignificant - and the photos would be too, if I still had most of the negatives. But I didn't keep them. With the exception of one roll that recently emerged from the bottom of a drawer.

I accidentally double exposed this negative, and it suddenly became exciting. Of course, this is not a big surprise, double exposures are rarely boring. Even though the pendulum of contemporary visual space is moving away by the minute (I don't know from where), I felt there was something about this reel. Something of a memory and something of an overlap at the same time. The visual absurdity somehow becomes a natural vision, as if the workings of memory or even forgetting are revealing themselves. The randomly superimposed images seem to reveal deeper truths about the phenomenon of the inner memory image, and the absurdity is perhaps precisely how the past does not matter. Or maybe that's just how I like to see it.