Memory

Oxidation tells us the story of the interaction between materials and their surroundings. The reticulated texture of the body makes it possible to look through the empty space within the piece. They contain a space which depicts specific memories I carry, but they are unclear and somehow hidden. I would like to call them unreachable memories. Maybe they are evidences of an old collective reminiscence, exuded from the shadow part of my mind, implying the old unconscious which always tends to hide but finds a stage for emerging.