Our memories aren't neatly organized. Instead, they often come as flashbacks—sounds, images, smells of familiar food, a glare on the glass—that suddenly bring moments from the distant past back into our consciousness. This album is crafted on that very principle—flashbacks.
This is a very personal project. Here I plan to share everything associated with childhood for me, not only with mine or my son's but in general with this word and concept - childhood.
This is a place for blurry, crooked, often untouched by Photoshop, photos, with strange poses, light, and colors. This is a gallery where I will turn off my censorship and give room for spontaneity, improvisation, nostalgia, and imperfection. A place for unexpected images, and, perhaps, there will be some room for a text someday. For now, there will be flashbacks like fragments of phrases, melodies, and quotes. And there should be a lot of light.
Of course, there will be a lot of pictures of my son, that's how a parent relives childhood ).
