At the height of my depression, when everything seemed bleak and tiresome, when the idea that the world was moving and changing around me was inconceivable, I started noticing that some images would contain a clarity that was disturbing yet enticing. Images capturing moments that would appear out of place.
I started gathering moments that otherwise I would probably miss. Products of random instances, with no clear agenda in mind for their creation. Despite the fact that they were taken all over the world in the last six years, these moments have no borders, no clocks, nor history. They’re glitches.
Alone the images evoke a certain unease and together they seek to make the viewer uncomfortable, curious about the story being told, all the while not dwelling on the morbidity behind the visual markers.