« Images that die
It is not surprising that once we place our wreath, our bouquet, our image on the stone, the marble or the funeral lawn, we forget about the object we have brought to remember the deceased that we do not want to be forgotten.
In any case, what all these pieces show is the same journey through memory, towards an increasingly total stripping away, where only an expiring, lapidary, veiled form – of what once had another form -, more or less accidental, more or less intentional: between accident and intention, the finished and the interminable, the ultimate end and recycling, the offering and the spoliation.
Material accounts of the wear and tear, in the end, that oblivion, like the tide, causes on the coast of our memory. »
Text written by Enrique Olalla