Arin Yoon photography & video
Traces
In my dreams, my subconscious pieces together the fragments of my day- the woman wearing red at the bus stop, the unfamiliar song on the radio, the scent of the man who passed too closely. In this series, I try to make sense of these traces, memories, senses.
I want to know to what extent our objects become inseparable with notions of who we are. I look for stories left behind in found objects - an abandoned sweatshirt, a pair of dirty jeans. When people leave their possessions behind, was it because they cared for these objects too little or too much? How much of the person is left behind?
