The Lost and Found Office – A Small Memory of Forgetting

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Does an object remain an object when no one is left to look at it? What interests me is that once they are lost, these objects become completely dead. On the one hand, they have lost all function, and on the other, they have lost all emotional memory. They are thus doubly dead, yet not devoid of memory. One aspect of my work is to preserve something of them, to rescue them from oblivion through a part of their substance. To do this, I must kill them again, because any form of preservation immediately brings about a kind of death. Collecting and archiving became one of my obsessions, as if the accumulation of objects and photographs could ward off the inexorable loss each of us experiences through time. I revisit the form that this memory work takes, which leans on forgetting only to make it more visible, by creating a sort of sound inventory in which I invite you to participate.

To do so, simply send me an image of yourself along with the sound of the found object and the name of the place.