Time

Time is relative and infinite, even though we have established conventions to capture its dimension in a sequence of events and finite durations and intervals. Time is perceived as this line that connects dots from the past, the present and the future and all routes during this journey we call life. As human beings, we position ourselves as floating objects thrown into the universe, participating in the evolution game, transitioning from one biological stage to another and having time always as the dominant characteristic of our existence. While in Athens, Greece I took a series of photographs in a cemetery of cars. The place was full of scrap cars. This series of photos tries to articulate the human course and depict how from colourful and well-oiled machines we end up in rust and erosion.