attempt for reconstruction

After my grandma passed away, I kept some items from her apartment. One of them was the gas lamp that has been in our family for many generations. It used to hang on the kitchen wall, used only once or twice.

I still remember the flow of the flame in the darkness and how magical that felt. Since I brought it to the States, I took many pictures before and after it was broken. By cutting the prints into stripes, rearranging them, I searched for the same flame/smoke flow I remembered as a child.