the little things of life

Not  so long ago I was  I began to realize that I was completely not  I remember my childhood, just tiny moments. I remember my friends' names, not my birthdays, not my travels, not my long-dead relatives. I’m trying to save all these memories through the material and the material, c  every object of them  more and more. It sounds like something crazy, but it’s not bsp; so I feel calmer. Thermobumaga, on  which was printed by the project, helped to convey the fragility of each object. It’s capable of losing an image with a time similar to our memory. Photos have become windows in the past, they hold emotions, experiences, faces, and time.