Forgotten memories.
"In order to understand the present we must link it to the self transforming urges of the past. We must see it as an evolutionary urge toward a transformation of all traditional notions, as a gradual process of growth in which several earlier currents have penetrated one another and thus have changed their very essence."
— Moholy-Nagy
Life is continuous. But it is also fleeting. It's a paradox. Full of moments that become the past just as soon as the future becomes the present. These interconnected moments we share are extended out across the web of the universe. Weaving our journeys together in a shared existence. Our stories of the past and our hopes and dreams for the future. It's ever changing. The past dictates the present, but the present also dictates the past. The stories of the past are told through the cracks of what is left standing in the present. What we keep from being lost. Storytelling, writing, photography - the art which we create, which we document, allows us to keep what is vital. It weaves us together, across the totality of everything that exists and does not yet exist.
But what to the things we cannot see, to the things that were, but now are just forgotten memories?
