Archives

As I try to recall the images from my travels, they come together in a mosaic of reflections and shadows — each fragment blending into the next. These are the archives of my subconscious, fleeting moments that surface unexpectedly, reminding me that memory is an ever-evolving collage.

There is no particular sequence to these images; they drift in and out like dreams, each one carrying its own weight, its own quiet significance. I choose black and white to weave them together, allowing me to stay immersed in their essence—undistracted by color, undisturbed by time.