In response to my mother's ongoing dementia and to my own aging I have been exploring memory and what it is to remember. There is an ethereal quality to memory, to what we store in our minds and bodies. Things rise to the surface of our awareness then slowly, or sometimes rapidly, disintegrate. In "memory sometimes" a swirl of blue fog is a backdrop to the binary code for the word "memory". Overlaid on this, a few memories struggle to the surface. Binary code has a long history and is associated with information storage. How is our memory stored? Can some colour, texture and pattern be enough to store it? How can it be retrieved? In a short poem called "memory sometimes", I explore what it is to be surrounded by a new, beautiful landscape and my efforts to save the feelings and connection I have to it. It begins: "I remember last week's view out the window. the blue habit of it. how it changes - fluid as what it contains". I continue to explore.

Mixed media: plaster, acrylic and pencil on board