H: 12in – L: 8in – W: 8in
Ceramic Cone 6 – metal Freight Wire, Wood, Nails
I have tied up the memories!
In the intricate dance of human existence, forgetfulness often emerges as a defining trait. Yet, there are moments when memories persist with an unwavering tenacity. When the desire to forget becomes imperative, or circumstances compel the act of forgetting, one must undertake the delicate task of binding these memories.
“I have tied up the memories!” becomes a testament to the resilience of recollections, demanding to be packed away and set aside. The act of binding becomes an intricate art—a symbolic gesture of containment in the face of persistent memories that refuse to fade.
This poignant reflection on the human experience invites contemplation on the complexities of memory, a delicate balance between remembrance and the art of preserving one’s sanity through the act of consciously tying up the threads of the past.