‘Crumpling Memories’ an investigation into the visualisation of memories.

When asking myself, how do I render in physical realms, the non-tangible world of memories?

An unexpected answer arose from way deep inside; all I could see was my mother’s last days, in palliative care. She had become a little bundle of flesh, a vulnerable human being seemingly unaware of her surroundings. Her hands made bizarre repeated movements: folding and releasing her bedsheets, in small clusters, over and over, gathering and releasing, for hours at a time.~Karolien Soete
Was she enacting a routine to avoid boredom, like a tiger in a zoo, striding the same path in his small cage? Or was it like a little child, rocking itself to gain security? Answers were in short supply.
Perhaps romantically, to help soothe my pain, I came to see my mother as gathering her memories, for the unknowable journey that awaited. Every clustered bedsheet, a new memory. Collecting and releasing, time and again…
An unconscious movement… one last struggle to physically render the very nature of a life, perhaps this ‘Crumpled Memory’ is all we can take with us…