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Untitled Memories
Dust is made up of time. Time is made up of experience and experience is made up by presence. As we move through time we leave behind tokens of our lives. These tokens become treasures and objects of remberance. Fragments of ourselves and our lives remain in the dust, which settles on the surfaces of our houses, dust, which if left builds up layers expressing a passing of time. The age of trees can be calculated by counting the number of rings within its trunk and the denseness of the duct can indicate a period of time. The layers of sediment that make up the surface of the earth can reveal what disappeared and forgotten generations have left behind.
Our own pasts remain within the pages of photograph albums, within the objects we inherit. With the passing of time they become sacred representations of our identities but yet they remain unidentifiable. Faces, which allowed for our future, remain in our fragmented unknown past. Past experiences rely on storytelling to remain present and unforgotten but inevitably with time these stories stop being told, objects are lost, broken and forgotten and identities fade with the images within the photographs and become transparent representations of what has been hanging only by the thread of nostalgia. |
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