FORGET ME kNOT

We carry our ancestors in our blood. We have them in the long thread that binds men and worlds together, the thread that connects the ones we were to those we will become. We employ small gestures that speak of those before us and summon something of the grace of other times. There are rituals and barely whispered sounds that bring us face to face with memory and have the power to take us back to childhood. There are places that are entwined within our being, feelings for which distance has no meaning, just as there are unseen threads building bridges to our past. A sine qua non link to that corner inside us that holds the truth of who we are. A knot in the absence of which we would be forgotten. I wanted to see this connection in a form that my hands would naturally mold, as an extension of everyone before. I sought to interweave the past with everything still to come, the written things with all the choices of an unwritten future. That is just why many of the characters in this series have no face; at least not one that you can easily identify and frame. It is a fluid visage, without cliché and without the norm of definition. Traits are volatile like thoughts, clouds and time. Other faces cling to the familiarity of a smile, the rawness of a gesture that someone once did and will endlessly do in the echo of the Universes. I wanted to find a face that does not belong to the individual, but makes the individual belong to himself. I sought for an innate I Am, which, on the cusp between I was and I will be, is a state of fact that needs no validation, but gives the right of belonging to all its past or future declinations. Identity is conjugated in millions of facets, all different, which together form a collective force, flowing from me to you, cutting the contours, making the pieces fit perfectly together. I am you. You are me. A knot.