Tilman - Passages of India

After my stay in India, I returned to find myself filled with images and a deep nostalgia for what I had just lived. Time went by and these images faded away. This is my attempt to recreate those narratives, my attempt to dust the memories of a previous life, that just keeps fading with every passing day. I fill their absence with music, and blurry images and the sound of trees in the mountains and the burning sun that tanned my skin...I fill them with passages from India. After my stay in India, I returned to find myself filled with images and a deep nostalgia for what I had just lived. Time went by and these images faded away. This is my attempt to recreate those narratives, my attempt to dust the memories of a previous life, that just keeps fading with every passing day. I fill their absence with music, and blurry images and the sound of trees in the mountains and the burning sun that tanned my skin...I fill them with passages from India. After my stay in India, I returned to find myself filled with images and a deep nostalgia for what I had just lived. Time went by and these images faded away. This is my attempt to recreate those narratives, my attempt to dust the memories of a previous life, that just keeps fading with every passing day. I fill their absence with music, and blurry images and the sound of trees in the mountains and the burning sun that tanned my skin...I fill them with passages from India. After my stay in India, I returned to find myself filled with images and a deep nostalgia for what I had just lived. Time went by and these images faded away. This is my attempt to recreate those narratives, my attempt to dust the memories of a previous life, that just keeps fading with every passing day. I fill their absence with music, and blurry images and the sound of trees in the mountains and the burning sun that tanned my skin...I fill them with passages from India.