My Notebook Series starts with a little cliché project of unwanted, or forgotten, or lost stuff that becomes alienated from one’s possession and personal memory at one point in time. With this huge dump I’m trying to get back my energy to take photos, weather to tell stories, or simply record meaningless images after quite a long brake. And amnesia is my main goal at this point in my life. Some are personal memories and some are completely alien to me. Sometimes if you need to forget something, you gotta bring back the memory. Other times it’s not even a thing. Yeah, thrown away, abandoned or wasted stuff may tell stories about once cherished relationship with some beings, but I’m not looking for answers, or reasons, nor for crazy aestethics. Just for pointless questions and uncertainties and messy nonsense… and maybe for some joy and some raw fun too…
