Before taking any important photographs in our family, my mother always used to wipe the lens of the old Voigtländer camera with the edge of any kind of clothes she had on at the time. So, due to the scratched lens, the photos taken with that camera were never quite sharp. Although I have lost those photographs a long time ago, I still remember those most important for me, clearly recalling what they had shown.
Like the lens of that old Voigtländer camera, I “modified” the taking lens of an old twin-lens reflex camera, thus turning it into a new unsharp witness of my own reality. I do not care that the photos taken with that camera are not perfectly sharp: they are only the visual tickets to one’s own memories of the important things, anyway.