Fergus is a toy. He was found in Ireland on a Sunday afternoon, with a broken leg.
Some of the pictures are Fergus’ memories, probably coming from a time he spent with a child. These are images from childhood; they talk about the discovery of a connection between things. More mature, and sometimes more melancholy, are the visions of Fergus's life as an adult, and with an adult.
They show his perceptions of the world, depicting glimpses of daily life as well as memories of trips to distant countries. We see a mixture of boredom, sadness, mystery and wonder. Frames and colours are simple, plain, as images always are when a single point of view is the only point of view, when it is the only source of light in the world. Nothing seems to be foreign to Fergus but everything is certainly alienating to those who observe his memories of this world.
‘I discover the world from home, I travel in a pocket.’ - Fergus.
In collaboration with Francesco Taurisano