A vanishing wet plate collodion portrait. Even this captured image of me will fade over time. Mimicking the fading of my own memory feels like balancing on the borderline of being and not being. This 5×7″ glass plate has been left outside for half a year. A bit sheltered on the windowsill, but nonetheless exposed to cold, rain, snow, wind and a renovation. I finally varnished the plate to preserve its decay, to preserve dying. To freeze it right before it completely parishes and the only traces left behind are those that linger on inside ones’ mind. Like a permanent funeral, one could say.