MEMORIES FOR SALE

Over the years I have accumulated a vast collection of memories. Some I play with late at night, others I wish to bury, and many find themselves housed in a sea of bizarre objects of questionable value.

Recently I’ve noticed vintage memories popping out from obscure corners of the house. A fuzzy photo of a lover long gone, keys to locks which I cannot picture, an ipod full of the niche music genre “techno for jogging”...

These memory-objects have sat lurking in the shadows for all too long. To celebrate the spring clean, the Pop-Up Exhibition-Sale went on for one weekend where passers by could grab themselves a cheap deal on an obscure morsel of my past.