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Missing the True Scent of Narges

Missing the True Scent of NArges


A series of images being “paused” line up in a scroll or vertical format on roll of mylar creating an open ended narrative that can be read from both sides.  These images are mostly uncut, filmic, with a monochrome quality of old photographs and negatives.

I scrape away from my skin the blood
Cover my whole body with night
And...wonder who am I? Who am i?
What is my name?
Where am I from?

I am far away from home
My memory is fading
My colour is fading
My language is fading
And my faith...myfaith...my faith
I am too old for fantasy
I am too fragile for reality
Hardly remembering the true scent of Narges