I started this project in 2004, asking people to give me an object that once belonged to someone they had known and a photograph of the person. I later combined both elements, as a gesture of remembrance to the lives than had ended but, through images and objects, continued to be.
Can photography fill the emptiness of death? Is a photograph enough to remember someone’s existence? Could objects and photographs be considered key elements in bringing us back the certainty of a past?
Perhaps in the longevity of objects and images we find the same painful truth: the inanimate cannot die. After we are gone, we might be remembered through small things, pieces of who we were will be kept by others in an attempt to hold on to the past.