memory palaces

"And I come to the fields and spacious palaces of my memory, where are the treasures of innumerable images, brought into it from things of all sorts perceived by the senses."    "...These things do I within, in that vast court of my memory. For there are present with me, heaven, earth, sea, and whatever... Continue Reading →

Generations- part 2

This is the next instalment of stills from my filmic explorations of the four generations of women in my family. Here my grandmother and my daughter, looking together at my grandmother's memoir, which she spent 10 years writing up. The book includes a number of photographs, and other personal mementos, including my grandfather's letters to her from... Continue Reading →

Embodied Memory

[The past is] somewhere beyond the reach of intellect, and unmistakably present in some material object (or in the sensation which such an object arouses in us), though we have no idea which one it is. As for the object, it depends entirely on chance whether we come upon it before we die, or whether... Continue Reading →

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