Project type
Anolog photography
Date
2023
I took these photographs after the death of my Armenian grandpa, in his apartment, just before he left it. I confronted myself to this horror, and in the refusal of forgetfulness, I took photographs, to imprint his last remnants thoughts, his emblems of solitude. Looking back at these photographs, I see them fleeting away, escaping me. I see the solitude of my grandpa, slowly abandoning himself after the disappearance of my grandmother, leaving his last traces behind.
«There is a poignancy to [the objects of a dead man], and also a kind of horror. In themselves, the things mean nothing, like the cooking utensils of some vanished civilization. As they say something to us, standing there not as objects, but as remnants of thought, of consciousness, emblems of solitude… »
Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude, p.10