GIVOLLARA

I’m witnessing something on the edge of memory—something slipping away even as I try to hold onto it. Obscured by distortions that feel like remnants of a fading signal or a fractured recollection. There’s a quiet tension, a sense that time and technology have intervened, altering the image in ways that feel both intentional and accidental. I think about how we document the world, how nothing we capture is ever truly permanent, and how even our memories are subject to erosion.

Gary Edward Blum