Memories seem to have a life of their own. They jump to your mind in inappropriate moments, they avoid you when you try to grab them, they come in fragments and are triggered by unexpected things, just out of the blue. Memories of dreams are particularly confusing, they come and go, they have often dissipated when you try to return to them and they leave you with that eternal feeling of nearly being able to remember it all. They're there....nearly reachable, but not quite. This is what I wanted to capture in these pictures, that feeling of something familiar, but at the same time a bit odd, a bit out of place. That sensation that you can nearly remember something, that something nearly makes sense, that effort to try to remember the whole picture but being left with only fragments. It was an interesting process. I started by asking people I know to share some memory with me, a real one or the memory of a dream. Then I worked on the first image that came to my mind after reading/hearing those memories. My images were often slightly absurd, they had a clear relation to the memory that had been shared, but they appeared out of place, in different contexts. It was like I was dreaming other people's memories. Pinhole photography turned out to be the perfect medium for this. The results often resemble those bad polaroid photographs we all took someday in our lives, that were discarded and kept in a drawer somewhere, The sort of photograph that was really an accident: unfocused, badly framed, but when we look at them again they are more capable of bringing on memories than all the ''good'' photographs inn your family album put together. This feeling of randomness was enhanced by the fact that with pinhole you can't really compose your photograph as you usually would. A very interesting relation between technique and contextual content.