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Interactive sculpture, 2024
production: Cyland Lab
engineers: Denis Markov & Alexey Grachev
In the vast landscape of our memories lies an intricate web of emotions, experiences, and impressions. We often imagine our memories as neatly cataloged files in an archive, ready to be retrieved at will. But in reality, our recollection of events is far from orderly. Instead, it resembles a chaotic whirlwind, where fragments of feelings and impressions are scattered and rearranged over time. The concept of an "archive of feelings" invites us to ponder the nature of memory and the accuracy of our recollections. Can we truly remember everything in vivid detail, or do our memories inevitably become jumbled and distorted over time? It's a question that has fascinated philosophers, psychologists, and neuroscientists alike.
Imagine our psyche as a delicate sheet of paper, passed through the shredder of time and experience. Each event leaves its mark, tearing our sense of self into countless pieces. Then, like a gust of wind from a fan, our memories are swept up and swirled around, mixing and mingling until they become almost unrecognizable. As we attempt to retrieve these fragmented memories, we may find that only snippets remain intact. Perhaps it's the warmth of a sunny afternoon, the sound of laughter in the air, or the sting of a painful loss. These "extraits" serve as glimpses into the past, offering tantalizing hints of the emotions we once felt. But as time marches on, even these fragments can become blurred and distorted. Like a tornado gathering strength, our memories twist and turn, reshaping themselves with each passing day. What was once crystal clear may now be muddled and indistinct, clouded by the passage of time and the haze of our own perceptions. Yet, despite the inevitable erosion of memory, there is a beauty in the chaos of our archive of feelings. It is a testament to the richness of human experience, the complexity of emotion, and the resilience of the human spirit. Our memories may be imperfect, but they are uniquely ours, shaped by the ebb and flow of life itself. So, as we navigate the labyrinth of our memories, let us embrace the fragments, the whirlwinds, and the tornadoes. For within their swirling depths lies the essence of who we are, a kaleidoscope of feelings and impressions that make us truly human.
credit: Dementieva