After a wedding party on a Greek island, I fell from a height of three meters on hard concrete.
The pain was overwhelming, the incomprehension was overwhelming. Four operations, forty-three stitches, internal and external hardware later, I looked into what had happened.
I scrutinized the photos of the evening, distancing myself from the event. I became both a character and my own detective, looking for a warning sign, a clue. Playing the game of Blow-Up, recreating new images by cropping to the extreme. Making of these new images a dramatic storyboard of a film with an unspoken story. There are blanks, some images are damaged just like the memories of that evening.