What we leave behind are traces of our passage in the world. But traces survive in the mind after their physical body disappears, replacing or coexisting with others, forming a superposition of facts and fictions that we call history. Our memory represents the maker of lasting traces, the bearer of a continuum, the magician that supports our illusion of concreteness and consequence. Traces of our bodies are the most singular and objective assertion of our being. Traces are the indelible mark of an undeniable moment, captured by the photogram: this is how we were. But traces last in our recollection and adopt other qualities, they are transformed in our minds through the function of neuronal networks that select a consistent (convenient) history. These function to make singular our desires, objective our present and critical our thought. Our mind gives us a balance of the real and the imagined, of the concrete and the possible.
Traces presents images that fluctuate between the undeniable silhouettes captured in an instant that must have existed, and the possibilities that our mind can then impose on them, the latter represented by images of neurons. The drama of the multiplicity of our thought and the singularity of the present is enhanced in these works by their transformation through the painting (hand-toning) of each piece in a sort of alchemical way, replacing silver by selenium, iron, sulphur, copper…
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