All memory archives will disappear
In space of days and thoughts.
Don't try to batter down a nail, to screw until tight,
Don't try to put the past in pockets of your soul.

For how long would you go,
and how much water would you drink,
The memory will raise essential bridge
With word and sound,
With images and willings.

And even in the day, when you forget it all.
The tabula will keep most pieces of your soul.



Year: 2015
Mixed media (digital photography on paper, wooden panels, metallic accessories)