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f000 - fluister (whispers)

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss. To hold a gesture, a smell, a smile was to cast it as one fixed thing, a plaster death mask, which as soon as it was touched crumbled in his fingers back into dust.

Richard Flanagan

The whispers are fragments from the past. Pieces of memories from books I have read, places I have been, people I have met and things I have once written but had forgotten about. Something undefined has made them reappear and I've made each of them into a drawing or an ephemeral non-structure, a whisper.