Encoding [quiet memories]

Abstract

I go along the tramway. I am the eternal traveler throughout my own past. Each time the rails are going somewhere else. I am now in Iasi: my grandparents' city, the city where my school was, the city of the evergreen parks. Faraway stories of some forgotten days are quietly brought into the present by seemingly "aged" pieces, made of fabric and paper. Mapping and invented coded imagery are an inherent part of my personal language. An amalgam of found objects, like: old library punched cards, discarded book spines and circuit boards, help me translate vestiges of the experiences that persist across time, and together tell the story of who I am. I am immersed, as in a dream, in recent and distant memories that lead me to the tramway again. I walk the way back and I return in the present.