Memory jar is to remind me the fragility of something which I call my identity
Who am i? what am I calling myself? I am a speck of dust bound to mortality
I definitely see that I operate on past which keeps on layering my ‘self’
Every pretention every attention every intention for some ‘self’ will falter in the end
Beautiful moments will die down cut in pieces which I cherish to fortify my ‘self’
Ya, they were beautiful, they had in it the beautiful people which shared my identity
Ya, they had in it every undiscovered emotion just floating around the moment
Ya, they had trust, dependence, incorrupt expression
They had smiles and cries, love and affection
Nothing but a memory of beauty we cherish
Nevertheless, It will crack down
It will falter, It will wither, it will perish
But now, look at her beautiful eyes, which are full with wisdom, expression
Those life drenched eyes which are still holding on to the ‘self’
They are holding on to the other half of their identity withering away
They are holding on to the part of their life long ‘being’
They are so beautiful and so vulnerable at the same moment
A wrinkled face expressing the ‘self’ is the most beautiful art work by far
So much it speaks, the memory jar
(Reference: Grayson Perry’s art piece ‘memory jar’ from his 3 part series ‘Grayson Perry: who are you?’)
