the architecture of memory | 2020 (work in progess)
black cardboard, linen threads; various sizes
Houses, houses, houses. Different apartments, different people, different times in different countries. I've moved eleven times in my life and probably won't stop there. Sometimes these were places for a short restless stop, sometimes for longer with a sense of security and protection. What is left of these places in my memory?
© 2020 Silver J. Bosch