"The more you love a memory, the stranger and stronger it becomes." - Vladimir Nabokov.

 

How can we separate the truth and the dream from our memories? How do we make sure what's occurred in the memory happened to be genuine? Do you remember the color of the necktie your father always wore when you were a kid? Or even remember a pattern on it? Sometimes the memories can be reconstructed by many factors such as bias, mass hysteria, or the change in one's own beliefs. Our memories are not a rigid representation of reality, but subjective perceptions. It is simply the nature of our recollection. There are several things in life that we think we are familiar with, but we often forgot about their details, and yet sometimes we unconsciously try to create some visions to recompense the missing part. I think that is the time when reality and dreams meet, or in fact, there is no reality in our memories at all.

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The photograph series, 'False Memories', is where I aim to exaggerate the meeting point where fact converges with fiction, and create the new reality of what we all have been living through.