A roman reliquary.
What remains when something is forgotten? The burial of a saint, the planning of a city, the moment captured within a photograph — each leaves traces. Bones, language, pixels. Untouchable relics. Structural artifacts that can be recombined and reused to conjure new meaning. In the tracing of a memory we change it and we’re released from the original image — we inscribe our own story. That’s what I’ve been investigating in Rome for six weeks and Memory palace is the result. It documents my work but it also stands separate from my process — it’s a container of artifacts for creating new images, for suggesting new stories. A meditative device, like a book of hours. It marks the end of my time in Rome but it’s very much a beginning. A presto!