Flight Painting

I remember my mother calling me to stop flying around while she was hanging laundry on the monkey bars. I was very happy and my mother acted as if my flying was a common thing to do. Part of the collection “false memories/fake photos” Dreams, experiences of real life, others’ narratives of past events, childhood photos, lies and fairy tales, all mixed up. All the above have been merged into images and stories which appear to me as real memories, which however can’t be true. So I choose to accept them for what they are, false memories, enjoy the fun part of it, and I often try, as a detective, to find out the different true parts that made that fake story. When it comes to my artwork, I use parts of old photos, edit them and recreate those false memories. I often show the result, a printed photo, to my family and friends, without explaining, letting them assume it is a real photo, and I somehow mess with their memories as well. I also paint some of those memories, revealing further details and senses.