Inventory Attempt of my broken, stained, cracked, emptied, holey, broken, ruined objects in 2018.
They are the ordinary passengers in our daily lives.
They are there, we do not notice them.
Yet they talk about us, our lives, our times.
From our accumulations.
They are the imprint that we leave on our environment.
They are part of our memory, personal and collective.
They characterize us, refer us to our weaknesses, to our planned obsolescence.
They deserved a final tribute.
A nod to Perec, Barthes and Duchamp.
A form of self-portrait.