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The past is but a hypothesis of what we thought it was...Upcoming and implicated + (in-) (complete) complicated . ASC 2007
Very very moving listening to the lady who'd had scarlet fever and lost her little brother to it - couldn't "find" any of the other narratives - but it is so good to be reminded that everybody has their story - the way our narratives chatter side by side and we only get these small glimpses - but not normally on the level of these interviews. This is inspiring and human in a big city and as an artist. It's also a strange and rare privilege to be given permission to read someone else's diaries - full of such familiar angst! v. brave! x
My gran - and aunt 'nan' in Dunfermline
Maybe I've taken on the persona of the memories in the flat? It's eerie but strangely familiar
I hope that this gets the angst that ails you out like infected puss that then scabs and heals over. It is good for people to Listen to other people. These thoughts and feelings and worries are nothing to be ashamed of
How odd and reassuring to see the past made tangible like this. If only I could relax more and explore like I was told to. Thanks.
Eerie combination of womb-like yet like a coffin of the heart - surprised I can stay in here, more conforting than I expected with its lushness
What will be important to me when I grow old?
It is like a psyche of the house or a person's mind or dreamscape...smelling snippets of recollections. C-A-T cat (from the corner) - you can learn it and you never forget it! - x
I'm looking for something, but I can't find it
Am I supposed to write on this?
Yes if you want. I saw a mouth hanging in sky and then someone brushed passed me. Thanks.
At first I cased the joint - like a detective - checked out what was there throughout - was relieved to find the lighter and tealights - which gave me a feeling of autonomy / free will - not just being led a dance by you the artists. Then for a while I imagined it being my flat and how I'd decorate it - imagined feeling secure and stable!!! xxxxxxxxxx Now I'm beginning to look at what you're doing in greater detail - I love this womb/coffin though one of the recorded voices sounds disturbingly like Margaret Thatcher.
Another reminder that the inner world inside contains the gem / germ of experience of our memory. That somehow this me contains the power of knowing.
Feels a little lonely...but that's sometimes a nice place to be :)
The worlds within our worlds and the worlds within them live and die, emerge and fade away............but remain in traces of smell, sounds, sensings
Voices images help to inhabit a world of ghosts and forgetting. To be free of this - to come home. Pineneedles.
Voyeur or detective? we are never known.
Is what I lived a memory? Or is it not this connection(?) that continues to move in time?
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