A child picking up shells…

I’ve been staring at this detail from Response 3.1  for a while now. I’m trying to break this collage down in my mind into the respective pieces I need to create a daughter image. In doing so I’m breaking down my memories of this work.

I’m staring into the past. Instantly I’m reminded of bus journeys onto the Gower, Krasner and hieroglyphs, Russell’s butterflies, and memories of a blog entry entitled Nabokov’s Magic Carpet Ride (although without looking back I have no absolute certainty in my mind that that blog entry has anything to do with Response 3.1)

I can locate in my mind what I was doing whilst completing Response 3.1 but this is as far as my memory goes. How I ripped and sliced each piece and in what order each piece was laid is still a mystery. The truth is in front of me but I can’t see it. All my mind will give me is hazy recollections and hearsay. This is frustrating but also exciting. I’m challenging my brain to come up with the goods back from a day when I didn’t realise a memory of the event would necessarily be needed at some point in the future.

“Sir Isaac Newton is said to have avowed that he felt like a child picking up shells beside the great and unexplored ocean of truth” – Mary Shelley Frankenstein

So now I’m hunting for the evidence. The back of the original collage is dated October 13th 2011. This date reminds me of my mother and nothing else.

Today is going to be a long day.


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