Vernissage This Too Shall Pass

Our memories are not perfect, they are like visual echoes’s: an imperfect remnant that loses some of its original content every time it is repeated. There will always be bits and bits, here and there, left as fragments in our memory. This Too Shall Pass shows works that allow us to reflect on the fact that every act of remembrance is to some extent an act of imagination.

“We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust’s jars of preserves in a larder, but are transformed, disabled, reassembled, and resized with every act of recollection." — Oliver Sacks