Everything we are is made up of our memories plus an idea of who we are right now and maybe someday will be.
If you ask several people about a common experience, different memories become a sum, which in turn redefine the experience.
Not only the past of this experience, but also the past of before, after and the idea that you had of yourself and now have, flow into these memories.
Memories are valuable and change when mixed with new memories. What if my life consists only of memories and through the changes these memories are no longer my life at all, but only one version - a version into my head - far away from reality?
In my serie memory i paint not only things i remembered which once happend to me, also i wished which would had happened to me, but never did. you does not want a friend, when you need one the most.
