A love lost in the brackish tide of time.
“Rather than adopting the role of an analyst trying to get at the artist’s mind, the viewer of these encoded mysteries is provoked to produce his or her own associations and displacements – to use the charge of what they see on the page as a way in – not towards narrative but insight, the transcendent realm of archetypal forms.”
Nuar Alsadir for Granta Magazine
Sometimes our memory, if interrogated, recalls false memories instead of the real ones. The creation of a false memory is a common operation of the brain, and occurs for an error of association or to protect the unconscious content (screen memories). The alteration of the mnemic material changes the reality retrospectively as occurs in dreams, giving to truth a more “fluid” definition.
At the death of my last grandmother, I imagined to relive her memories, mixing parts of her and my memory, accepting dream, mistake and misunderstanding as elements necessary to history, in the construction of a possible truth, subjective therefore universal.