Kangaroo ride Drawing

I remember when I was about 4 years old my parents put me in a kangaroo's pocket. That was a story I used to tell to friends for years, actually believing it. When I was old enough to understand that it was imposible, I realized I had mixed a story from a cassette tape I used to listen to, photos of kangaroos from Australia where I was born and propably our visits to the zoo. Part of the collection “false memories/fake photos” Dreams, experiences of real life, others’ narratives of past events, childhood photos, lies and fairy tales, all mixed up. All the above have been merged into images and stories which appear to me as real memories, which however can’t be true. So I choose to accept them for what they are, false memories, enjoy the fun part of it, and I often try, as a detective, to find out the different true parts that made that fake story. When it comes to my artwork, I use parts of old photos, edit them and recreate those false memories. I often show the result, a printed photo, to my family and friends, without explaining, letting them assume it is a real photo, and I somehow mess with their memories as well. I also paint some of those memories, revealing further details and senses.