What happens when a memory ceases to be remembered? Does it no longer exist? Does the event no longer exist? Is it like the tree that falls in the forest that no one is around to hear? Is it like one hand clapping?

This is made from rolled up National Geographics that were burned in the kiln for a friend's ceramic firing. They reminded me of old books or journals that could contain many memories.


© Deedee Hampton 2012