16mm film, 2’19’’, B&W, hand-processed, transferred to HD, single-channel, no sound, loop

Shot in black and white inside a grandmother’s house, among her original objects, the film is an attempt to locate a gaze: not only my own, but one already embedded in the space, sedimented in furniture, walls, and things left untouched by time. 

The film stock was developed by hand, in a raw and imperfect process, while the camera case let in stray light, burning parts of the film and producing flickering, ghostly images. The instability of the image mirrors the instability of memory itself, and the spectral quality of the footage gives visual form to a presence that is no longer fully there, hovering between recollection and disappearance. The house becomes less a setting than a body of memory — one that the camera’s damage makes visible, exposing the fragility inherent in any act of looking back.