Amnesia

We forget easily so our lives are not overwhelmed with joy and sadness from the past.

At times however we try our best not to loose the memories that makes us whole: we keep small somethings of our love, hope, and pain. I keep more than most: a pine cone from a giant redwood, a pebble from a crashing wave, the feather of a songbird.

Those objects, words and art that we hold close become the emblems of our life.

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The text accompanying the art forms part of the author's collected thoughts WITH AND ALONE