Adèle Josse

'There, where you can find a scarf, a tear, a crush, and a sock.

 

A brain is a bit like a storage, right?

A giant, yet small cupboard. Like in Narnia, it could bring you anywhere if you dare closing the

doors behind you.

 

If our head spaces is a big archive, is it a room? Does it have walls? Is it made of wood? Are there closets or cabinets to store the memories? Can emotions be stored?

 

There, imagination sets the rules.

 

I am a very nostalgic person, I think a lot about what happened, what I forgot, what I

remember, what I hold on to, why and how. Growing up also means losing memories and objects.

I wish I could jump on a bus one day and visit my own brain, peek into old boxes, find that stone that was in my pocket for one afternoon when I was four years old.

 

Imagine.

 

The invisible, the fake and the real.

I tell memories by creating stories and I imagine that emotions can be tangible at times.

 

Because we get hurt, angry, happy, sad, and drunk and we throw things in our bins every day.

Memories, emotions, and thoughts are all so volatile. They just appear, could stay

forever, or disappear in the blink of an eye.

 

This work is not about keeping, it is not about nostalgia, it is about looking, imagining, and observing.