My memory of Buenos Aires is a network grid of memory strands that over time have loosened and been refastened into a random pattern of time and place. My experience once had the logical clarity of an 18-year old – everything aligned perfectly to a limited worldview. There are things that I see, smell, and hear that bring back sharply the reality I once was part of.
Voices, conversations floating in the street…intonations… are like the melody of an old hit song that suddenly plays on the radio…the broken strand is repaired …not exactly squared up, but still there. Simple gestures….calling for a bus to stop… playback a way of life.
Many of the photographs that I captured today are simply reaffirmations of an experience I took for granted, thought I understood…you get older and you realize how little you once knew and how little you know now. These images are apparitions – the ghosts of time past.