„And I come to the fields and spacious palaces of my memory, where are the treasures of innumerable images, brought into it from things of all sorts, perceived by the senses. There is stored up whatsoever besides we think, either by enlarging or diminishing, or any other way varying those things which the sense hath come to; and whatever else hath been commited and laid up, which forgetfulness hath not yet swallowed up and buried. When I enter there, I require what I will to be brought forth, and something instantly comes; others must be longer sought after, which are fetched, as it were, out of some inner receptacle; others rush out in troops, and while one thing is desired and required, they start forth, as who should say, „Is it perchance I?”” St. Augustine, Confessions (10.8, 12)

Artworks in the series of keyframes reflect observations of fragmented memories forming one’s identity, how each occuring recollection overwrites yet another fragment of memory and how, as with retelling of stories, they too change over time. How the retold stories form fictionate memories about things that have never even happened to us, so that we trick ourselves with their colourful brightness.

 „Sometimes I feel as if memories are the same as the game called „Secrets” that we played as kids. Every once in a while I dust the sand off to see if they have changed, or perhaps, it is just my attitude that changes?
Observing the memory research we can ask ourselves a question – what are the memories of our identity, special childhood places where everything was possible?”