{My Mum and Dad. Long ago. Before me.}
{In the year 1980, with Dixie the lilac Siamese cat.}
{In Ballarat. 1981. Me, my Mum, my Grandma, and my Aunt Elvie, all gathered for a wedding.}
{Velvet. Tartan. Boots. At the Fairy Tree.}
Looking back, it seems little has changed.
For my Mum, for Mother’s Day, I have created a new blog for her, a trophy cabinet to display her paintings and drawings and sewn creations. Step to the side, take a gander, and say hi, if you like.
+ Nostalgia. Hila looks back.
+ Photographer Irina Werning’s Back to the Future project
+ Thanks Louise
Walter Benjamin compared the operations of memory to archaeology:
He who seeks to approach his own buried past must conduct himself like a man digging…. He must not be afraid to return again and again to the same matter…. For the matter itself is only a deposit, a stratum, which yields only to the most meticulous examination what constitutes the real treasure hidden within the earth: The images, severed from all earlier associations, that stand—like precious fragments or torsos in a collector’s gallery—in prosaic rooms of our later understanding.
(Walter Benjamin, “Berlin Chronicle,” in Reflections, quoted by Svetlana Boym, The Future of Nostalgia.)
