Lost Toys

Take your time Its art.

A basic experience that I probably share with all human beings is the passage of time.

As children, however, we only experience this passage indirectly, through clothes that no longer fit, having to go to kindergarten or school, etc., but mainly, at least that’s my memory, through finding toys that have been discarded.
We misplace and forget them, our parents remove them from the toy box, give or throw them away. Often these toys merely change their location in the household, lingering for months and years in boxes or chests in basements and storerooms. That’s where I naturally spent boring hours as a child, occasionally rummaging around in one of the dusty boxes. There was always a strange early form of nostalgia attached to the toys I unearthed. A feeling that I couldn’t categorize, not good or bad, something ambivalent and disconcerting that crept up on me when I thought: “that’s old, I don’t play with that anymore, I was just a little kid back then”.
What I experienced at that moment, but didn’t know at the time, was the irrevocable passage of time.
I dedicate the series Lost Toys to this naive and childlike feeling
These are photographs of charming landscapes, unusual places, strange situations in which toys can be found, sometimes not immediately recognizable, other times clearly visible, old or new, broken or whole, just as we have found our old toys again.