“It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment—but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?” — Lord Byron, Ravenna Journal, 1821-22
A project involving students and the residents of an old people’s home in Italy.
(more info. here and a free .pdf)
Memoria Sotto Vetro, Untitled, Molten glass, Sandblasting [for a friend]