project 3_ The Family Shadow. A Transition.

My mother, young, somewhere in the world, 1960s. Her friends.

I work with light the way others work with language. In placing these photographs in conversation with LEDs and moving image, I became interested in what light and emotion does to memory — whether to light something is to preserve it, or to change it irrevocably. Perhaps both. Perhaps there is no difference.

Light here is not metaphor so much as material truth. It shifts. It ages. It makes the past briefly, beautifully unstable.

A shadow is not an absence. It is evidence of light having been present.

This film lives in that instability — the threshold between then and now, between technology and tenderness, between what was captured and what was always, quietly, becoming something else.

A transition.