Often a random collection of furniture, objects, ephemera. Of orphaned ‘things’, un-anchored from their histories through loss of context and the passing of time. It is place where forgetting and remembering quietly ferment. Where nothing happens but time changes meanings – the contemporary become anachronistic, the broken becomes decrepit, the sentimental become a shadow of a memory, the story as to the why and how they ended up there, are forgotten.
For the photographs, the objects are taken from the attic to the cellars ( A small french family house that used to produce Champagne) The journey, selection and arrangement for the camera becomes a slow performance and ritual that might tease out any possible stories that could still be told, to be told.