Neuron Narratives

Posted by on Apr 6, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Neuron Narratives

I toyed with the idea of interactive multi-narratives a number of years ago, starting with a project called ‘FMRL – The Life of a Fly’… It didn’t really go anywhere and this is the remnants of where I got. I also worked on a number of interactive installations which allowed dancers to create real-time stories […]

Forgotten Portraits and Fragmented Memories

Posted by on Feb 19, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Forgotten Portraits and Fragmented Memories

My life at the moment is completely absorbed in Vestige. I’m constantly analysing every moment anyone mentions memories and even my own memories that come to me during the day. I have been researching into memory but memories are such an integral part of life it’s easy to get consumed by thinking about them. But […]

Islands of Memory

Posted by on Jan 20, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Islands of Memory

In amnestics with anterograde amnesia, memories of post-onset autobiographical experiences, if present at all, are typically barren and impoverished. However, there have been sporadic reports of islands of memory–memories that are vivid, detailed, and specific to time and place. Memory is hard to define. It’s hard to describe what it is that you see when […]

Somewhere You Loved

Posted by on Jan 19, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Somewhere You Loved

Every time you recall a memory the proteins that form the memory are reconstructed. Memory isn’t an inert piece of data that sits dormant until accessed, it’s continually being destroyed and recreated; dying and being reborn. Every time the proteins coalesce and the neurons fire a little piece of the memory is changed. Remembering is an act […]

Lost in a Forest of Neurons

Posted by on Jan 18, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Lost in a Forest of Neurons

There she stands amidst a forest of neurons. A vista through every single thought you’ve ever generated. Nestled somewhere between that blanket you had as a child and lazy summer days. She stands still. So many trees lay fallen. So many memories lost. Yet this analogy isn’t quite right; “Every cell seems to have a […]