Memories (half-forgotten or never-having-existed) well up from just below the surface of thought, and I often find myself remembering from the outside, leaving space for images and words to unravel their own small coincidences.

The relations between memory and truth are haunted by speech and time. And this doubling leaves the image/text open to (mis)interpretation; its very undecidability (as neither one thing nor the other) rendering its meaning cloud-like. Yet, the work (in and by itself) unfolds itself across other temporalities; faint memories of lived and un-lived experiences capturing a moment where the past resonates in the present.

Dr Linda Khatir

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