“I’ll go back home, solely by railroad.’’
Two linear paths from different eras unfurl simultaneously. One is a return journey across two continents. The other is based on an old photograph of my grandfather. Gradually, the rhythmic swaying of the train blends past with present, leading us to dig out a memory, long-forgotten, and covered in dust.
The thousands of images form a vast horizon running from the right, presenting the past, to the left, presenting the future. This way of looking resembles a Chinese scroll painting that keeps to one and the same timeframe, like in a film.