At one moment I claim a truth and minutes later it is easily discredited. Once caught, these images provide factual visual information of an instant. We freely contemplate what was, because time is not sacred we easily yearn for something lost. Nothing is stable when understanding time except the extremes, a belief in the future and a knowledge of the past. What we exist within evades comprehension.
Time exists within the construction of spaces.
The space surrounding us becomes the expression of the time we are remembering. An area becomes a physical manifestation of the passing of actions. Images attempt to exist as time through the supposed inviolability of its edge. In itself the image is the extreme of a time. An image attempts to construct a timeless space through the concrete reality of its physicality.