I decided to reconstruct the journey I would take with my family, packed with expired film from that same period of time. As I retraced the route it became clear to me that I should portray my most dear nostalgic memories. Some of the expired rolls were undoubtedly lost during this process and others had been stained through the years. Almost like memories, some photographs are indisputably clearer than others.
I was brought up in the north-east coast of Brazil, where the sun wouldn’t go down and the afternoons where endless. During the month of December me and my parents would take to the road and head to João Pessoa, where my grandparents lived. My childhood memories were thoroughly shaped during these years of my life. Some of the memories from those gleaming cloudless skies still pervade my mind lucidly, however, most of them are fragmented scents, sensations, phrases, silhouettes, light and colour.
Last year my grandfather handed me down a collection of his old film cameras, It took me a while to go through them. I came across a Olympus AF-1 and realised that it was still loaded with film. I eventually developed that old 35mm and was amazed to see photographs from 10 years ago. the relationship between photography and memory became even more evident to me.