are constructed from imperfect perception filtered through our beliefs and biases, and then over time they morph and merge. Our memories serve more to support our beliefs rather than inform them.

Worse are false memories. Simply observing another person performing an act can create false memories that we performed that act. I suggest simply looking at a false photograph can create false memories of it being true. In essence, a memory of the imagination may over time become indistinguishable from a memory of a real event. I like to use my photography to remind people images are unreliable, memory is flawed.

So when I find some of my old photos are severely damaged by time, I may decide to show them as damaged. Sometimes it’s the damage itself is beautiful. Sometimes it’s because I’m saying something about the subject. Sometimes it’s because I don’t want to lie about the real. Sometimes it’s because I’m reminding memory is flawed. Sometimes it’s because my cleaning skills are inadequate. Sometimes it’s because I want the coughs in the audience.