As I age, my memories grow frail, and I turn to photography to grasp what slips away.

Are these images mere shadows of fleeting moments, or do they shape the story of who I was? Perhaps they are the desperate grasp of a mind bracing against oblivion, each picture a faint echo of a life...or the idea of a life I can no longer recall. I study them, tracing the outlines of faces, places, and emotions that once defined my world.

In this act, photography becomes my Will to Remember, an atlas of a fading Self.

I choose to remain anonymous. By withholding my identity, I allow the photographs to belong to anyone who sees themselves in them. You will see my life through your eyes as your life will be seen through mine. In this way, anonymity becomes not absence, but invitation.