What is Left

  • September 2015

“Well, remarkable stranger, what do you love?”
“I love the clouds… the clouds passing… there… away over there… the marvellous clouds!”

— Charles Baudelaire, ‘The Stranger’ in ‘Paris Spleen’

A portrait of love and memory using the forgotten rather than the remembered and an attempt towards repackaging the past in an effort to negotiating a personal history.



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