I Forgot How To Remember

It has been taught us that if we have no images, we do not have memories. Which is why throughout the history of human being it has been always needed to save images of people to prove that they lived. Without raising any questions about the differences between memory and photographs in retrieving the past, we are using them as monuments whose only and foremost function is to make us remember. However, do photographs ever work as replacement for the person we love? Are they capable of reconstructing our idea of a person, a society or a nationality?
In order to seek answers for these questions, I started to look for old, lost, stolen or thrown-out photographs from 1930’s Turkey. From this jumble of discarded and homeless images, I tried to create a new order, a new story and introduce a protagonist who is only a bystander, just like us, traveling inside others' memories.