ANGELENA IKAH
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Ctrl+Alt+Fr33dom
A Sun-Dried Time Capsule
Suara Tukang Tua
Kelindan
Lasalle DCE Reader
Pasang Surut
Archifest
Diriku
PASANG SURUT
IMAGE MAKING
Some days, time feels dense, overlapping, fluctuating. Some weeks pass like a single extended day, some days remain etched in vivid detail, and others dissolve into a blur. Nothing seems to hold still for long. In the vaguest sense of words in thoughts, memories speak. I think the act of remembering is, in a way, a kind of composition shaped as much by who I am now as by what actually happened then. A single recollection resonates differently to me at different times taking on new emotional tones, shaping itself in response to a current state of being. They brush up against the images I carry within memories. In this way, memory feels more like a living process. And sometimes, it’s hard to tell where the present ends and the remembered begins.
This overlap of memory flowing, of emotion coloring experience reminds me that perception is never still. Like tides resurfacing, memories appear and fade, again and again.