Families 1941 - 1942

This is a page from an anonymous photo album, filled with small, black and white photographs of families. It’s raw, like a sketchbook, and the presentation is part of the message. The faded tones and grainy texture suggest time and memory, that dreamy distance that softens details and amplifies emotions. I love how the photos aren’t perfectly aligned; they're pasted in with a casualness that feels intimate, like a personal scrapbook rather than a formal archive. The empty spaces around the photos are just as important, creating a quietness that invites reflection. Look closely at the scraps of adhesive left behind. They are like ghostly traces, hinting at the human hand, the act of choosing and placing, the urge to hold onto these moments. It reminds me a bit of Gerhard Richter’s blurry photos, the way they capture the elusiveness of memory. Both embrace imperfection, allowing for ambiguity and multiple readings.