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.
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.