Trying to catch bits of memories, bits of someone. To lock up elements, to trap them. Displaying them like a painting, or like a hunting trophy, on the wall. See that everything fades away with time.
I collected things that my boyfriend had left at home: a shaving machine, hair, a t-shirt, underwear, condom wrappers, used lens wrappers. I put them in a poor quality vacuum bag, which fills up with air over time. By hanging this bag on the wall, the objects end up falling slowly.
I film this action, and project it by superimposing it, slightly offset, on the material bag at the bottom of which, the objects have remained.