Every time I go for a visit back home, I always make sure to go through our family photos, stored in old shoe boxes in my mom’s closet. I just love that feeling I get looking at each one of them and remembering how it was like growing up. In the past few years I started questioning that experience of visual reminiscence. I found that without the actual pictures in front of my face, I couldn’t seem to remember how my childhood was like at all. As unfortunate as it may be to realize, all of my childhood memories might in fact be based on family photographs I’ve been looking at since I was a child.

In 2012 I decided to start a documentary photographic series, in which I challenged the boundaries between true facts and “false” memories created by those beloved family photographs. Essentially, the process of making this series was reversed in a sense. Instead of looking at the images and recollecting memories (whether they were true or false), I went back to were I grew up as a kid and photographed all the places that were part of my daily life. I noticed that after I spent enough time in those places, as well as enough time looking at the images after, I started remembering moments I had experienced as a kid in each specific place.  It almost seems that all I needed to do was to disconnect myself, both visually by removing myself from the photos, and mentally by accepting the fact that some of my memories are mostly fabricated to begin with.