January 24th
Sudden attack.
Failed attempts to express myself. I’ve often wondered why it is that the only times that I feel like writing, or capturing my thoughts, are times when I ‘feel’ something deeply or intensely, or even severely. All other attempts seem to be an awful tug of war with myself. This is an attempt to capture my thoughts as the week proceeds, dot dot dot
When I think back of when I first stumbled upon the term ‘art’, it takes me way back to art class in school. When I made pretty drawings and gifted them to people, that was an act of wholeness for me. And I could communicate through this act.
Estella Majozo speaks of the dream space, and it made me think of the concept of involuntary memory that I had read about recently. It is infact a concept that I like very much. Scott Lash explains that involuntary memory is something that you can’t quite grasp, something that you’re reaching for, or searching for. Something that might be lost. And it is also in the unconscious and dream like. Involuntary memory is the symbolic. It is our lost childhood. And in a way in our conscious state we are always reaching out into our involuntary memory to make sense of what we are.
But involuntary memory is something that is forgotten and from the past. Then can we have access to this kind of memory only through our dreams? Is it possible to reach out to it in our conscious state?
We are nostalgic about our past. We have memories of our past. But is it possible to be nostalgic about the future? In a sense, it is different from fantasy. A fantasy of the future becomes a memory. Isn’t it possible then to be nostalgic about the future?
The way we make sense of the world brings us to the concept of identity. Through our dreams we make sense of our identity. And therefore our identity has much to do with our past and what is lost. And it is also our perception of everyday things which seep into our memory, become memory, and surface to reveal our identity.
Memory. Marks. Identity.
Failed attempts to express myself. I’ve often wondered why it is that the only times that I feel like writing, or capturing my thoughts, are times when I ‘feel’ something deeply or intensely, or even severely. All other attempts seem to be an awful tug of war with myself. This is an attempt to capture my thoughts as the week proceeds, dot dot dot
When I think back of when I first stumbled upon the term ‘art’, it takes me way back to art class in school. When I made pretty drawings and gifted them to people, that was an act of wholeness for me. And I could communicate through this act.
Estella Majozo speaks of the dream space, and it made me think of the concept of involuntary memory that I had read about recently. It is infact a concept that I like very much. Scott Lash explains that involuntary memory is something that you can’t quite grasp, something that you’re reaching for, or searching for. Something that might be lost. And it is also in the unconscious and dream like. Involuntary memory is the symbolic. It is our lost childhood. And in a way in our conscious state we are always reaching out into our involuntary memory to make sense of what we are.
But involuntary memory is something that is forgotten and from the past. Then can we have access to this kind of memory only through our dreams? Is it possible to reach out to it in our conscious state?
We are nostalgic about our past. We have memories of our past. But is it possible to be nostalgic about the future? In a sense, it is different from fantasy. A fantasy of the future becomes a memory. Isn’t it possible then to be nostalgic about the future?
The way we make sense of the world brings us to the concept of identity. Through our dreams we make sense of our identity. And therefore our identity has much to do with our past and what is lost. And it is also our perception of everyday things which seep into our memory, become memory, and surface to reveal our identity.
Memory. Marks. Identity.
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