Enrique Rosas Ibarra

As Time Goes By

Nothing escapes the passage of time. Thus, relatives, past friends and lovers become estranged. They have drifted away by choice or circumstance and are almost forgotten. My once vivid memories of them have become distant dreamlike and even enigmatic. These moments fight for space in my mind but there is no way to prevent their deterioration. Time consumes them until what is left are traces of a moment. 

A smile here, a face there, a moment barely there. Fire alters everything it touches. I use it to represent time within this body of work. The incinerated Polaroid photos provide a tangible interpretation of my altered and incomplete memories touched by the destructive power of time.