“The grief of losing my father has come in waves over the years, as it does with most people. His love and devotion as a father provided my closest, most intimate relationship. Dad, and our time together, is in my bones. While reflecting on him, the memories themselves seem to boil down into certain 'essences of Dad.'” PeopleYearsDoeSeemsTogetherCertainFatherMemoriesGriefDadLosingEssenceWaveBonesDevotionIntimateOur TimeClosestHis LoveReflectingTime TogetherIntimate RelationshipsOur Time Together Author:Jennifer Grant
“Sculpture is a parable in three dimensions, a symbol of a spiritual experience, and a means of conveying truth by concentrating its essence into visible form. ... It must be the reflection of the artist who creates it and of the era in which he lives, not an echo or a memory of other days and other ways.” WayMeanArtSpiritualFormArtistThreeMemoriesReflectionEssenceSymbolsErasVisibleDimensionsEchoesSculptureConcentratingParablesSpiritual ExperienceConveyingThree Dimensions Book:Sculpture inside and out Source: Sculpture inside and out
“We're in essence allowing our spirit to come to terms with all the conflicts that we build within ourselves. Disease is after all a conflict within the tissue itself. Memory fading within the tissue, conflict of our actions or thoughts, our lives are not seamlessly running together in some way for ourselves, and had not been for a long time before we get to the critical point of a disease.” WayLongRunningActionTogetherSpiritTermMemoriesOur LivesConflictDiseaseLong TimeEssenceCriticalAllowingOur ActionsTissuesFadingRunning Together Author:Maya Tiwari
“I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can't even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk.” PeopleThinkingKnowsFeelsI CanFactsStoriesRunningMemoriesHeardEventsWallEssenceAverageIsolationI Have LearnedIncapableSuperficialMy ThoughtsEvery SecondUnbrokenNo Memory Author:Franz Kafka