![]() ![]() I imagined the historic figures that form the context of Correspondences coming together to sit together at a table and finding a kind of shelter. I also wanted to honour his generation - a certain recognition and understanding shared by those who lived through historic events together. When my father died, I wanted to honour the parts of a person that are largely invisible - how we listen to music, our relationship to what we read - the inner conversations we have with art over a lifetime - an inner life that is often unknown and overlooked. ![]() How do we remember someone who we love who has died? Not our memory of them, but their sense of themselves. Those ten years taught me a great deal about memory and faith in language. For all intents and purposes he had lost his memory. My father was ill for ten years before he died. ![]()
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