Since a few years I collect objects or rather, fragments of the cities and places that I travel through: wrinkled pieces of paper, written notes, paper airplanes, ribbons, flowers and leaves, an abandoned shoe, a broken umbrella, a lonely glove, an orange peel, feathers, playing cards, and many other objects.
I describe them as my diary and mapping of my movements across different countries and cities. Each object is catalogued by date and place.
Slowly, I am building an archive of these seemingly trivial objects which struck me by their beauty, even if they were discarded, and what is considered by most people to be rubbish.These objects illustrate the passage of time. For example, a piece of folded paper with the imprint from a pocket and a hand.This transformation of the object reveals what happens when something is forgotten, trampled on, spat on, only to be picked up again. These objects take on a new life and become once more things to be remembered and appreciated.
For the book ‘The Accidental Fold’ a collection of images from this archive are brought together combined with short texts that are observations of daily life on the streets. In my writing I am drawn to the more bleak and fragile side of life.