I’ve been stitching on the new Lethe piece for the last two days now. The pictures show it in its early stages, though it’s beginning to look much better now.
It might seem a little strange that I’m already exploring the issue of forgetting when I’m right at the beginning of my year on memory and the act of remembering. But the more I work on this piece, and the more I think about the mythology of the soul – drinking the waters of Lethe in order to forget the previous life – I realise how much our identity depends upon our memories. To lose our memory is to somehow lose ourself, or rather, our sense of self. To some extent, we are our memories. Our experiences become our memories, which in turn become a way of ‘placing’ ourselves in time and space, leading to self-understanding and self-knowledge. I’m only just beginning to understand this idea, but I’m intrigued by the issue of identity here.
You're welcome to pick your way through threads and stitches, but I'd be really grateful if you could be kind enough to refrain from pinning.