The idea behind this particular work touches the realm of personal memories and our attachment to dear artefacts, family photographs and heirlooms. There was a photograph of my maternal grandfather taken right before the outbreak of WW2. He was posing in his military uniform as a private rifleman, still not aware of the atrocities which will be committed in incoming years. His eyes were full of hope for the future, but also filled with pride. Not many photos of my grandparents survived the war. Soon after my grandfather was captured and sent to the POW camp.
The story of this picture is peculiar, as my mother almost erased its emulsion during the failed attempt to clean it. It doesn’t exist anymore and this piece of work illustrates my attempt to redraw the photograph, to capture something transient, that elusive memory of childhood.