Video Swatches

This work begins in the neglected folders of a phone — videos once captured with intention, now abandoned without viewing. I treat these fragments not as memories, but as raw fibres.
Each clip is stretched, twisted, and overlaid with a digital armature, binding it into a new “video textile.”

The domestic scene — here, a fish sizzling in oil — loses its narrative and gains a structure. Garlic, skin, and glistening fat become threads; the frame becomes cloth.
It is a form of electronic salvage, but also a quiet choreography between desire and decay: a moment’s life, bound and preserved, yet freed from its original use.

In this act, the dead archive breathes again — not as itself, but as a surface, a pattern, a weave.